So it's a little over three weeks since my 16th wedding anniversary...16 years! My God! I never made it past about 4 months with any girl, and now I'm well over 200 months when you count the time we dated.

I guess this means I found the right one, huh? Not that there was ever any doubt; it's more the fact that, before I was married, there was always that question with every girlfriend--is she the one? Could I be with her for the rest of my life? And the answer was always "no."

Even with K, the first few weeks I wasn't sure. It was only when she gained the confidence to stand up to me...to dish out as much as I did - that's when I knew.

It's made, at times, for a challenging life, and I sure as hell don't always agree with her, but that's a big part of it, isn't it? To be challenged...to not always have someone blindly agree with you, to sometimes have to defend your position or even let it go even though you know you're right (not that I always am--I'm likely wrong more often than I'm right).

That's what makes it fun--though it can be frustrating as hell at times. Maybe that's why some marriages don't last; maybe both sides feel the need to be right the most. I know K and I both struggle with that but, in the end, we both care enough for each other that we will let the other "win" though really, if one wins, we both do.

She's a damn smart woman, much more that she credits herself for...so we have fun, that's for sure.

16 years later, we're still having fun. And I still love her. In fact, I love her more, and find her more beautiful now than I did 16 years ago, and she was beautiful back then.

Got myself a keeper, that's for sure!