Stuck in the airport with you

This is how I would feel if I were stuck in this airport without you:


But, this is how I feel with you here with me:


Thanks for making this a fantastic trip. Without you, San Diego would have just been another town.

Love,
me

How do I thank thee...

Let me count the ways. Thanks for:

1. making paninis with me. I love 'em, the kids love 'em, and they're not just for breakfast anymore!
2. helping set up the Cooley Aquarium. Yes, the attrition rate in there is coming up on fifty percent, but maybe that's a more valuable lesson than "we're all different, but we can still live together in peace." We'll do "we're all different, and sometimes you eat someone else, and sometimes someone else eats you" instead!
3. helping me turn my place into a home. This place is never going to win any awards from Martha Stewart, but Kat and Gabe need better than a military barracks, and you've helped me move from the latter towards the former.
4. going to the auto show... with three kids! Outline the prospect of attending an auto show to most people, and they'd decline. Add the presence of the fearsome Cooley trio, and most Army Rangers would say, "No thanks." I think all of us had a good time, and that wouldn't have been the case without you.

But most of all, thanks for that grin at Luciano's. Anyone who can enjoy that level of "I told you so" and still sit through a huge meal with us is all right in my book.

I don't deserve you, but I'm sure as hell glad I've got you. And for that, I'm a thankful guy.