I have something personal to say to my wife.
I want to tell my wife of thirty-eight years, as of roughly 30 minutes ago, that you have always been the best thing in my life. That's saying something, because God has blessed me with many, many, very good things.
You have almost always been the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning, and almost always the last thing I think of when I go to sleep.
Well, I'd be telling a lie if didn't admit to, on the very rare occasion, thinking about the opening day of duck season or the game-winning field goal as I woke up or fell asleep.
Not gonna let a stupid duck or some lucky college kid make a liar out of me.
You have almost always been the first person with whom I've wanted to share a secret or a remarkable sight.
Almost, because there were a couple of secrets and sights to which I was privy over the years that I would just as soon forget.
The one sight I will never forget was you, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, walking down the aisle to marry me.
To marry me!
I cannot ever get over just how lucky I am that you are mine.
Luckier than a bob-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
Luckier than the second mouse to the cheese.
Luckier than a bug in a traffic jam.
Just so you know, Miss Brenda; it may have been an incredibly lucky stroke that made you mine, but there ain't nuthin' or nobody lucky (or strong) enough to take you away from me.
You are my anchor.
If I had a muse (or knew what a muse was), you would be it.
I love you more than anything -- duck hunting and Ole Miss football included.
I love your smile, your laugh, your pout, your frown; I love the way you can do all four in the space of one breath.
You are the one person in all the world I trust without condition.
You hold my heart in your hands.
I want to live to ninety-six -- just so I can have thirty-eight more.