Pretty Much The Freakin' Luckiest Guy That I Know Of...

Hi Everyone! This is NOT Angel... I Repeat NOT Angel! It is her hubby and it is 1:30 in the morning. I was just checkin' out my e-mail when I decided to click on this blog thingy that Angel has been doing lately.

After reading a few of her entries, my love for Angel began to be stirred deeply within my soul and I wanted to share my feelings (So not like the Macho Man that I am) with all of you faithful blog attendees :)

For all those who know me really well let's be totally honest... I am not the easiest person to be chained to eternally. Not cause I'm a bad guy, actually quite the contrary. I'm kinda like a really cute little puppy, I love everyone too much, I have an attention span about as long as a... hey look something shiney! And when I get really excited I can sometimes have little accidents.

So I'm the little boy that Angel and I have always hoped for :) (Weird I know).

Okay, now to get to my point... Angel Noel Brockbank, as a song writer, I tend to think of my vocabulary as one that is robust and polished. However, as I sit here trying to find the right words to express the feelings of my heart, I am unable to find words that would be able to justly portray my amazement and reverence for what an incredible woman I was somehow blessed to be married and sealed to for time and all eternity.

Did you guys know that when I get behind on an assignment or have a really heavy work load at the office she will sit down and type for me cause she can type WAY faster than I can.

She also is really talented on the computer, one year she made more money than me on e-Bay! Recently she took a business that she conceptualized, designed (Michael built & implemented it), operated, and grew to a significant income for our family, and then sold it so she could focus on our family more.

She is kind and giving to me: Angel likes the more refined things in life, and rightfully so...All Princesses should...But I am a far cry from knowing that there is a pea under my 20 mattresses; (Although I bet I could tell you if there was pee in one of them)...There, see what I mean... So amidst all of my Snakes and Snails and Puppy dog tails, Angel sees through it all and constantly tells me how much she loves me. And not just in word, Angel LOVES me. Believe you me she even let me have the last Oreo the other night without the slightest hesitation.

Now, if I'm making all you other guys out there jealous I'm really sorry, I'm just stating the facts. So, it looks like I've still not been able to come up with a good illustration as to how much I love Angel and how loved she makes me feel too, but if you could imagine all the love that was expressed this last valentines day and put it into one of those awesome multiplying boxes we used to use in second grade...you know take the number put it into the multiplier machine and you get the new number... yeah that one, Dump it all in there and got out the new amount of love... Not even an infintessimal speck compared to the Galaxies of love that I hold for Angel

Okay I'll stop punishing you all with my lame attempts of expression. Bottom line. Angel... I love you... A whole ton. Thanks for all you do for us. I'm pretty much the freakin luckiest guy that I know of.

Love your little puppy
forever and ever,

-Bradley Dean-