What can I say in a short bit about her....

I had no idea that the day I met her, that I was in for a surprise.
She picked me out of a crowd of people the night of a mutual friends bachelorette party. I should have known then, that she was going to be something... By 3 am that same night, sitting the bar drinking, after watching the most horrific male strip show I had ever seen.. I had an inkling.
By the next afternoon, when she drug me to the hotel bar in our pajamas, with my make up half on.. I knew.

There was a person who could read me like someone had just Windexed the Mona Lisa.

From that moment on, she has been my best friend, my greatest supporter. Willing to sacrifice her happiness so that I could make up my mind. She stood there patiently with the figurative shovel in her hand, and let me run into it on my own, knocking some sense into me.

Over the course of time, she is still my greatest confidant and has become my wife, lover, the mother to our goregous brat (that was there first though).

My sweetie bitch... I love you, to the moon and down again, around the world and back again, to the sun and down again, around the stars and back again.
(same goes for your Monkey)

You and Miss M are the most divine treasures of my heart.