Sunday we had a memorial service for Ginny’s dad. We had the family and a few friends over at the house. If you know my wife, you know she likes to talk, just not in front of people. That being said, she delivered what would equate to a eulogy for her dad. A feat that I’m not sure I could have done. And she did it in grand style, addressing everyone in the room.

I’m reminded every day that I married above my status. I’m proud of you, Ginny.