December 14 is the day when a certain person in my life was born. I was not there at that special moment when God gave life to Angela Michele Graham but I am glad that day happened.
In 1989 I was given the first chance to celebrate the birthday of my wife Angela. She has stood by me through many a difficult time and separations. She has gone from being the daughter of a career Army Soldier to raising the daughters of a career Army Soldier.
When we met she was completing her MBA — now she has that degree, a Ph.D, and a successful career as a financial adviser. At a time when some think there’s a war on women, Angela is a breast cancer survivor who has excelled at everything she has ever endeavored to achieve — and not by living the “Life of Julia.” Her commitment to excellence is beyond reproach and she demands the best of all of us.
I must share this story with you all. One year I thought I could buy just one gift to cover several occasions: Angela’s birthday, our anniversary (Christmas Eve), and Christmas. That idea did not go over well fellas, and I mean that dog don’t hunt — bad idea. I learned how really mad Jamaican women can be. So if I can impart any advice guys, don’t do the gift consolidation thing. There is no worse doghouse in which you could find yourself.
So happy birthday Angela from me and all the many folks who have come to know and love you as I do. You certainly could have done much better than me, so thanks for leaving the Big Apple of Manhattan, NY to be with me in the Little Apple of Manhattan, Kansas. And thank you God for December 14 — 37 years ago. (Hopefully, that will keep me out of a doghouse for the day!)