As we were slowly getting into a chilly swimming pool today, I asked my wife, Carrie, if she'd like me to splash her.
More on that later ...
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From 35,000 feet in the air, the annoying husband kept pointing at his wife's computer screen to show her the next move she should make in her game. As his finger would inch closer to the screen, both of her arms would begin flailing in an attempt to slap his hand and repel his approach.
She was unsuccessful, he remained undeterred, and both were enjoying a good laugh.
Those two kids were on their way to Hawaii to celebrate their 40 years of marriage. I congratulated them and told them Carrie and I have been married almost 28 years.
I learned about some of the joy and heartache they experienced together throughout their 40 years together. It was beautiful. It was inspiring.
Finally, I asked her what was her favorite year. She smiled as she told me it was this year because every year gets better.
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Without warning, Carrie slapped her hand to the water and splashed me. She then asked me, after the crime was already committed, if I wanted her to splash me.
I could hear Carrie scream as my slightly overweight body hit the water beginning my cannon ball entry. I returned to the surface to hear my wonderful wife call me a brat.
We both had a good laugh together ... as we celebrate our best year ever. Well, until next year that is ... and then the year after that, followed by the year after that.
I plan on being with Carrie to love, honor, and annoy for years to come.
I'm her little brat. Ok, big brat.
