Six years ago I asked the Niff to be my girlfriend. I knew her since we were little, but didn't know until later in life that she was the peanut butter to my jelly. We're both Irish, and I waited until midnight and asked her out and she said yes.
She probably doesn't realize it but I'm the lucky one. I realize she puts up with all my crap - extensive football trips/commitments/functions, being a slob all the time, being half deaf and needing to turn the volume on the TV up to 50, and generally acting like a 12 year old.
But she's my best friend, she's my soulmate, she's my #1. She gets me like no one I know does. She can look past my flaws and find a couple gems in there. And she can laugh at how dumb I can act. She puts up with my excessive TV watching, my general laziness, and my computer tech geek that defines me.
She drags me on all sorts of adventures into the woods, up mountains, to the coast. She encourages me to try new foods, listen to new bands/artists, and to read more. She supports me in everything I do. All the time. She's not just my girlfriend, she's my bestfriend. I can't say that enough.
So Happy Anniversary, Niff, Happy St. Patrick's Day, Happy 6 More Years with me.