Thirty six years ago today, I married the man of my dreams. I was eighteen years old. He was twenty one. Looking back, I can't imagine why my parents let me get married that young. I was one of the few girls getting married at eighteen that didn't have to. We just plain and simple wanted to be married. We had already been together for two years. I knew from a very young age that I wanted to be a wife and mother. Those were my goals and I achieved them. We have four beautiful daughters. We have added three handsome sons-in-law and two adorable granddaughters. We even have a very special boyfriend who I don't doubt will be a son-in-law too one day. But, the best part of this all is that my husband is still the man of my dreams. Sure, there are days when I want to ring his neck. The good news is that at the end of the day, I still love him with all my heart. I can't imagine my life without him. I am truly blessed.