November 21, 1998...

I really do love being married but I only think, sometimes, it is because I am married to you, Mr. Knight. Here are just a few reasons why our marriage is a great one...

You truly love your family...I mean, really love them just because they are yours.

You have a knack for what you do, you love it and would stay up all night to work on a project. Your dedication to learning more and improving your skills does not go unnoticed.

Robbie, you are going to be an incredible Dad...I just can't wait and I know you can't either.

Remember that time you broke your leg skateboarding? It happened right after this picture was taken. You had so much fun that night even with a banged-up leg.

My parents love you, always have, always will. They warned you, but you stuck around. I think in their book that meant everything.

You're a great friend Robbie. You are quick to hug, hold a child, crack a joke, share a movie, lend a hand, anything. That's just who you are.

You smile while you work and find a way to enjoy every task.

You chose me. I simply could not be more thankful.

Love you sweetie. Thanks for the flowers and Coke...you know how to make a girl feel special!

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Anonymous said…
Happy Happy Anniversary! Your Dad and I could not be prouder of you both. Congratulations for being committed to each other in a world that just tosses away what becomes difficult or inconvenient. We love you both very much and hope you had a wonderful day. Love, Mom
11:01 PM
Laresa said…
I hope your anniversary was great! You really are a wonderful couple, one I admire very much! Love to you both.
12:34 PM
Anonymous said…
Awwww! What a beautiful post! Miss you guys!!!
8:09 AM
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