It's my wife's birthday today. I'm not gonna tell how old she is, but let's just say that she was around to enjoy our nation's bicentennial. That's as specific as I'm getting. I've been told that a wife's birthday is no time for a man to try and be funny. Problem is I've always had a hard time listening to directions.

I could tell you a lot of things about my wife (that would probably get me busted on hard)...but there's no escaping she's a Rascal Flatts fan.  She has met them twenty gazillion times.  (slight exaggeration)  Let's see...there was this time...

Oh yeah...and this time...

And, let's not forget about this time...

Notice her close proximity to guitarist Joe Don Rooney. Is it any wonder that after spending time with that dude she'd end up with me? (*sarcasm*)

Truth is, her pride and joy are her kids.  Meet Grace, Elijah and Hannah...

Yes, my plan to infiltrate society with an army of redheads is working...but back to the subject at hand...my wife's birthday.

I could write pages about my wife, Angie. But, I'm too lazy to write "pages"...so let's stick with "paragraphs". All I can say is that she is a spectacular mother...looks amazing even though she never wears makeup...is a Godly woman (which is rare this day and age)...she nearly always lets me win arguments even though I am rarely right...and I always find myself wanting to be where she is.

Happy birthday, Angie...and I promise I will put on the Joe Don Rooney costume when I get home.