Happy 22

Twenty Two years ago my wife dragged me kicking and screaming to the altar. Actually it was more vomiting and shaking (with "nerves") to the chupah under the trees at Gan Oranim. As usual she knew what's best for me. Marrying Jo was without doubt the best thing I have ever done in my life. No matter how many times she loses her credit card, leaves her phone at home, puts her junk on my side of the bed, leaves food in the room and believes that this time the dish washer will clean her unwashed dishes. No matter how much stuff she salvages from other people's discards on the sidewalk, or how much meat she leaves in our vegetarian fridge. No matter how many times she tells me "it's not what you say, it's how you say it that's the problem", or how many times she will tell me to stop shouting, when I'm responding in a calm and thoughtful manner, or how often she needs to be reminded that she can say NO to other people beside me - My wife is the still the best thing that ever happened to me in my life.

Jo, I love you. You truly are the better half. The last 22 years are just the start, I want to grow old with you. Happy Anniversary.