There's a reason for second chances.

My wife and are will soon be celebrating our 13 year anniversary. Let me rephrase that. We will be celebrating our 13 year first date anniversary. I met my wife Kate in Spanish class my sophomore year in high school, Cassandra was her Spanish name. Oh what a quiet shy little thing she was then, if only I would have known the voice she had inside of her for the future I may have thought twice! Nah I would have still whooed her. I didn't jump on the opportunity to date her the first time I laid eyes on her. I actually went a couple months without asking her out, the first time. We dated for a couple months before my foolish pride and big head got the best of me. I am not going to lie. I was a complete asshole to her when I broke up with her. I ignored her, avoided her, and then treated her like shit before finally letting her know that I wanted "some space." she took it hard, and inside, I did too. No matter who I saw, or who I went on a date with, she was continuously the girl I thought about. I thought to myself, i think i may really like this girl. In early February of 1998 I asked her if she would like to go to snowcoming with me. She said yes, thank god almighty, she said yes! On February 13th 1998 we went to the dance together, and danced on clouds. I know. Gay, right? I remember that night clear as day. She wore a maroon velvet short dress. She looked amazing! Like always. After the dance we went to Chad blumls house and sat in a recliner together. To be honest I don't even think we talked, I can still feel my heart race now when I think of holding her that night. February 13th has and always will be just as important as the day I married her. This was one of those days, " I got right." Kate has put up with me for almost half of her life now. I love her more today than I ever have. She knows me in and out, and she is my logic in life. So here is to my high school sweet heart! Thank you for the best 13 years of my life. And psssst, thanks for the second chance;)