By marrying her, apparently I've discovered the Fountain of Youth.

Study: Men Who Marry Educated Women Live Longer.

She introduced me to Billy Wilder and, especially, Some Like It Hot.

It's never her way or the highway.

She isn't afraid of my relatives.

Actually, it's more than that.

She is the reason we regularly have "scripture time"

Happy Birthday, Tat.

(It's gluten-free.)

She takes care of me when I'm sick.

She read all the Harry Potter books to me out loud.

She married me anyway.

She made them in her tummy . . . and it was hard.

She married me here.

Before we go on a trip, she prints out maps from our hotel to all our favorite destinations.

She wears an old, blue Mickey Mouse shirt to bed that has holes in the sleeve.

She said "yes."

She rarely, if ever, complains about anything, even the worst circumstances.

She breast fed James until he was 18 months old. (He had grown teeth.)

She always makes time to play with James

She brushes her teeth regularly.

Perfect posture.

She always beats me at Scrabble.

He recipe for beef stroganoff.

"I'm thinking of a place in Disneyland . . ."

If she forgives you for something, she never brings it up again.

When putting things together, she reads the instructions.

She looks good in everything.

She reads all the Sunday School lessons before Sunday.

She alternates her shampoo and conditioner.

She Has Made the mother of all birthday lists, which includes immediate family, near relations, distant relatives, friend, and members of the Church.

The list of food she makes of everything in the refrigerator with expiration dates.

The list of States she has visited, which includes a category for airport-only experiences.

The list of rides, attractions, and restaurants she has experienced at Disneyland overall and by year.

The list of rides, attractions, and restaurants I have experienced at Disneyland overall and by year.

The list of rides, attractions, and restaurants James has experienced at Disneyland overall and by year.

She does a good impression of me laughing at my own jokes.

Her diction is impeccable. In London, people often mistake her for a Brit rather than an "obnoxious" American.

Members of the Church in Chile called her "la Pionera" (tPioneer) because he had the long blonde hair, a tan, and exuded goodness.

She drinks soy milk.

When she talks on the phone with people from the American South, she retains a slight accent for several minutes after the call has ended.

She introduced me to Lucinda Williams.

She knows all the songs in the the Children's Songbook and can sing them from memory.

She can read my handwriting.

She doesn't wear perfume.

She doesn't need makeup. Seriously.

I enjoy shopping more than she does.

Despite all her training, she doesn't comment on my bad dramatization of James' story books.

She lets James help her cook.

Her feet

versos capitanes.

She lets me buy pajamas.

Her lasagna.

She introduced me to Jimi Hendrix.

Acting!

She uses the term "attraction" when talking about Disneyland.

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She spesll better than I od.

I wouldn't have graduated without her help.

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