I married Angie on January 9th, 1982.

She gave me Keisha on May 20th, 1992.

I credit Angie with saving me from a life of fast cars and loose women. Well, I kept with the fast cars but the loose women had to go.

Angie is my best friend and my worst enemy. She is my co-conspirator and my judge, jury and executioner. She is the first person I see when I wake up with in the morning and the last person I see before I go to sleep. She keeps me from going mad and she drives me insane. With her, I am everything. Without her I am nothing. She has stayed by my side during the best and hasn't decided to leave me during the worst, yet.

I'd propose to her in a heartbeat if she wasn't already married to me. I have known Angie for over half of my life and I cannot imagine why it took me so long to find her. I plan on knowing her forever and I don't mean that in some weird, stalker kind of way.

She keeps me fed and clothed and happy and comfortable and (almost) in style and I let her.

Angie could have done better. I guess I caught her in a weak moment when I proposed to her in the Emergency Room in Abilene, Texas. Fast cars will get you every time.

We have one rule between us that I credit as being the main reason that we've stayed together for over two decades, "No Secrets". If I catch myself thinking "Maybe Angie shouldn't ever know about this", then I realize that it's time to re-access just what I am doing. The other reason I think we've stayed together I credit to an incident that happened way back in 1979 before I even met her.

Angie is the absolute best thing that has ever happened to me.

I love her and she puts up with me.