February 22, 1982
This is the day the man I love was born. And thank God for it! He was moved here and yon with the Marines as a kid, and ended up at Barksdale with the Air Force. And I am ever so grateful. He is the man of my dreams. He makes me laugh, makes me plain happy. I can tell him anything. I can be dorky, lazy, a bum, a go-getter, I can be anything and I know he loves me. The day we got married I told him I couldn't wait to start the adventure of our life together. A year and a half later, we've already been through a TDY and a PCS! That's a lot for so short a time. But I wouldn't change anything. I don't want to be anywhere but where he is. Where he goes, I will follow. The old adage is true, "Home is where the heart is." Well, my heart is with my husband, so my home is where he takes me. I love him more than words can express and thank God each and everyday for bringing him into my life. (And Dennis and Teri, if you read this, thank you for your influence in making him the wonderful man he is today!)
I am so proud of him and the job that he does with unflagging committment. He puts on his uniform everyday and serves his country without complaint. He does his job to the best of his ability and is recognized by his peers for it. It gives me pride to say that his a United States Airman. He is my own personal hero. (And he looks spectacular in uniform!) Thank you Baby, for what you do for your country, for all of us. I love you and always will. Happy Birthday!
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