15 years and counting ...

How luck am I? I married the man of my dreams (the one in the glasses). He's a great dad and husband and doesn't ever get the credit he deserves. And today, we've been married 15 years.

We started out poor, unemployed and in a one bedroom apartment that we rented from his brother. A fairy tale it was never ... but that's not really what it's all about is it?

We've worked hard and learned more about each other along the way. And I wouldn't change one single second of it, ever.

Thanks, Matt.