For my wife of 18 years...

Our wee chapel in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee

The anniversary of our union is here and the picturesque theme of that day remains a common denominator of which my love for you grows. We have grown from two lost souls searching for identity to a loving family with a bright future.
Our business has strengthened our marriage like steel.  The day we bought it the previous owner asked me "How will you be able to work with your wife everyday?"  My answer to him now would be different that the one I gave back then. 
Bright eyed and nervous I said "I don't know."
Fast forward thirteen years
That's 13 years of working together
685 weeks
115,200 hours
6,912,000 minutes
And every second we have worked together side by side in our wee shop you in the front and me in the back, just the two of us. Our lives have changed over the past 18 years, we have ridden the financial roller coaster of small business and survived in spite of it all. The joy we both receive from watching the weans perform is pure loving fuel and only fortifies our matrimonial heaven.

The day we married, October 29, 1994 is forged into my core.  As a man of certain heritage I thought that tears are for the weak. When the doors of our wee chapel opened and in came an angel, the sun draped behind you and you glowed like nothing man could make. That is when I knew that tears are not for the weak, my tears were of joy at the vision of true beauty before me.
18 years later
That's 18 years
939 weeks
157,824 hours
9,469,440 minutes
And every second feels like the doors of our wee chapel just opened an in walked an angel.

Happy anniversary to Kimberly, my true love.
May we continue to grow and be happy...
Love, Baj aka Sausage.



Smokey Mountains, Tennessee, 1994