Maybe I’ll go to Hell for bragging about my wife. Maybe it’s just unseemly. So be it. When I look at Leah I feel like Patrick Dempsey in Can’t Buy Me Love when the hottest girl in school says she’ll go out with him (yeah, he has to pay for the honor, but he’s still stoked).
Greg and I were chatting last night (he has his own attractive wife to brag about), and at one point I mentioned that my old lady needed to use my iBook for a bit, interrupting our conversation. He scoffed at my “old lady” comment and was incredulous when I revealed Leah’s age, thinking surely she was only 25. ‘Tis true, she doth evince a youthful glowe.
So today Leah sent along a couple proofs taken by a friend of hers who’s one of the professional photogs here at the office. I think they turned out great. I never dreamed I’d live in a house full of pretty, smart, funny women. I did work at a sorority house for a couple years in college, but that wasn’t really the same.