Yepper, that most special of days has rolled around again, my wedding anniversary. And I do wonder just what new facet I can share about that? I’ve already done the Facebook thingy and as for speaking of it here on the blog, over the past years I’ve already done at least two full posts, one of ’em on the day of our wedding before it had even occurred (she was at the salon preparing for the moment while I was composing it) and the second one on our first anniversary.

But then again, for those of you who have been faithful to following us on this blog, I’m sure y’all have seen many other of the dream theme missives I’ve scribed, ones that could truly be described as ‘sappy’ as my Wifey has called them…(“,). But I’ll not apologize for that; I am a softy and get sappy when it comes to things of the heart. I’ll even admit to getting tears in my eyes while watching a sappy movie on the Hallmark Channel, as I did yesterday.

Yet, even in the realm of happy and sappy, the world has a way of throwing curve balls at you (y’all already know what a baseball fan I am, thus my constant use of such metaphors). And a couple of years ago I had the most quintessential of curve balls tossed my way, sending me on a journey on what I’ve often described as the dusty and bumpy roads of life.

And talk about dusty and bumpy, I’m talking about having a massive heart attack! But what, you may wonder, just what does that have to do with my wedding anniversary? Well, if I hadn’t have chosen to marry Lynndee, I wouldn’t be here to talk about this anniversary because she actually saved my life on that fateful day. Thanks to her quick-thinking efforts of calling 911 and giving me the CPR they instructed her how to perform, my voice wasn’t forever silenced, allowing me to continue my journey to forever with her. And I can’t help but be thankful that we were here instead of in her home country, the Philippines, because the one thing they’ve yet to borrow from Uncle Sam is the 911 system.

And so, as is said, life goes on, thankfully for me for sure! But I have truly been blessed by the choice I made. I truly do have my own special guardian ‘Anghel’ (pronounced ang-hel in Tagalog, the Filipino language). So thank you, Lynndee, for the greatest gift you could have ever given me, and I only hope that I can continue making your hopes and dreams come true. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, HONEY o’ MINE!