Happy Anniversary Tari

I am very lucky this morning as I have been married for twenty eight years today.
I know everyone is thinking Tari deserves a medal for putting up with me that long.
And you are right as I tend to be a bit moody at times and the more time that I spend at the farm the worse it is. and when I get down her and the Little boy get the brunt of it and for that I am sorry. If it were not for Tari I do not know what would of become of me, as she has always pulled me back to the straight and narrow.
I know she gets aggravated at me at times like birthdays and holidays as to me they are just another day and she is very sentimental about such things and for this I am sorry also. I have been thinking about all the times I have left her alone while gone on a hunting or fishing trips for several days or a week. She does not like being left alone and she worries that something will happen. Like the night I was gone to Arkansas, I had just arrived at a motel for the night and called her like I always do. we had just hung up and her phone rang again and it was the Highway Patrol calling to ask her if her husband was Kenneth R. Brewer , and she said yes.
They said they were sorry but he was killed this evening in a auto accident. She said I do not think so I just got off the phone with him two second a ago. I have often thought if I had not stopped for the night when I did or went to get something to eat what she would have went through.
She once told me that if I ever divorced her she only was going to tell the judge she wanted a couple of things. She said I want your hunting dogs and guns that will hurt more than anything. She was wrong I could not stand to lose her. I have been asked several times how have we made it twenty eight years as we are different as night and day. And I tell everyone it would not of if I was not so flexible. And they begin to laugh and say right. I am a very lucky man even as write this morning She and the Little Boy are in the living room putting up the Christmas tree and bickering about where the tree should go and the lights. Tari and I usually bicker about something everyday just like my Grandpa and Grandma Patton used to do. My mother even calls us Robert and Myrtle.