For Christmas Day, there could only be one photo that makes my Christmas, Christmas.
The sun rises and sets on my wife, and I make sure she knows it. Last week, a few days after our company end-of-year party, the office manager stopped me on my way out the door for home. She said, “You know, I’m a people watcher, and I couldn’t help but notice at the party, how much you love your wife. It was special.”
Our marriage was fought and worked for, like anything else good in life. I wake up daily, knowing that out of all the billions of people on this planet, I am with the one for me. She puts that smile on my face, every day. Good times and noodle salad, indeed.
Merry Christmas, my friends.