11 years

Tomorrow Dixie and I will celebrate our 11th anniversary. First of all let me state the obvious: we are getting old. Ok, we aren't really getting old, but for two kids who fell in love when they were 16 and 17, we have come a long way.

When Dixie and I started dating she lived on Haymarket Street. I lived about 10 minutes away, but I could make the drive in about 3 minutes after I had squeezed out every minute I could stay with her and I was late for curfew and trying to get home quickly. I remember often trying to squeeze out every minute I could. Our time together was so precious to me.

Studies show that some of the most powerful memories are based on smells. That must be true. I can remember Dixie's perfume. I remember the smell of her little diesel Audi that we would sometimes drive on our dates. For some reason these are some of the strongest memories I have from our dating years.

I was surprised when Dixie first showed an interest in me. She was way out of my league. I know that's hard to fathom for some of you readers, but I haven't always been the fine specimen I am today. And she's always been a hottie. Anyway, through all this time she has loved me - and I am so grateful.

So tomorrow we celebrate 11 years of marriage together. I am glad she chose me. I would choose her again in a second. I choose her everyday.

I'm having fun growing older with her.

Here's to a great 11 years...going on 75.