This November we'll be married for twenty years.
She has put up with a lot in those twenty years (and the three years we dated before that). She put up with being a topic of conversation on four different radio shows. She put up with being the topic of the many columns I've written about her, including this one, this one, and this one. (She even wrote one for me, which she considered a horrible assignment.)
And of course, she's put up with me.
Don't know how she did it. She must be a saint.
Happy Birthday Saint Bridget!
