This one goes out to the one I love

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And no, it's not these,


Or these, which by the way capture two of the things I love - chocolate and shoes. Those are chocolate shoes, my friends.
And it's not this bad boy either. Though technically diamonds are not my favorite, it was the only shot I could find that would get my 'sparkely' point across.

It also is not him,
or him,
or him.

My one true love is this handsome guy.


If pictures could be used to describe our relationship, this one would be in the top 10. Usually, I am the one to attack him. Whether it be in an argument (I can blame this on my stubborn maiden name gene), in posing for a picture, or when asking for something I want. He can't ever win. And he never tries. He loves me that much. He is patient, long suffering, Latin, always the first to say 'I'm sorry', strong, compassionate, hilarious, gentle, and ALL MINE.

Happy Anniversary.

Comments

Penny said…
Fun Pictures to see again! Happy Anniversary to you! 11 Years? Super, love you mom
June 11, 2009 at 11:34 AM
Amanda said…
happy annerversery!
June 11, 2009 at 3:39 PM
Kim said…
I love all the pictures of you guys. You look about 14 in that first one. Happy Anniversary!
June 11, 2009 at 5:42 PM
Danielle said…
Happy Anniversary!! You two are perfect for each other. I love seeing you together and how sometimes you just attack Michael's neck out of nowhere just because you want to. That's kind of like a vampire....Temily.

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June 11, 2009 at 5:50 PM
Mandy said…
Wow I cannot believe it has been 11 years!!! Is seems not that long ago. I love you both so much. Thanks again for letting me crash at your house.
June 11, 2009 at 5:59 PM
Vicky said…
Happy Anniversary!! Love you muchisimo and your beautiful kids too.
June 11, 2009 at 6:27 PM
Kami Satterlee said…
Thanks so much for your comment on my post. I love meeting new blogging friends especially ones that know my situation. Looks like your hubby and you are doing just fine. I LOVE LOVE LOVE this last picture, so adorable. Keep chatting:)
June 12, 2009 at 8:02 AM
Tamara with a "T" said…
Well. I knew that I wanted you to be part of my family :) Keep attacking...I know Mike loves that natural animal instinct in you. I love you guys! Wow...and I can't beleive you guys were that young when you were dating. You were like 15 years old. Little peeeeple.
June 13, 2009 at 6:44 AM
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