If you'd of told me a year ago that I'd be engaged to the most beautiful women that I've ever laid eyes on or that I'd be happier than a pig in shit, I wouldn't of believed you. Goddamn was I wrong. I cain't figure it out for the life of me, but for some reason the perfect image of beauty that is my wife to be puts up with all of my petty little bullshit and loves me for me. She don't even much like most the things I do, but she loves me and I love her. She allows me to be me even in the stupidest ways. She loves my back & chest hair, the way I burp and fart, the way I pick food apart with my fingers or if I eat food off the table like a damn dog. Hell she even likes my fuckin beard! Point is I'm finally 100% happy in every way possible all because she chooses to love me. I'm not much for words and I know these do her NO justice and for that I'm sorry. All I can say is April Lillian Johnson I love you more than words and I want you to know that now and everyday until death do us part!