Hard to believe that Marc and I will celebrate our 19th wedding anniversary tomorrow, Nov. 24th. There are many days I don't even feel 19 years old, let alone mature enough to have weathered 19 years of bliss...(cough).
Actually i am pretty damn lucky. I married my very best friend. He tolerates my moods, bouts of tears over the kids and homeschooling dilemmas. He holds my physical and emotional hand and my life would be desolate without him. He works hard to keep us in the lap of luxury and carefully balances work with home life. This isn't always easy when he has me for a wife and 4 kids that call and bug him at work...sometimes at inopportune moments....like when he has a machine gun in his hand and is about to run thru a drug dealers door. I could go on and on and on about how much I love him and appreciate him, but my damn pesty kids are screaming and fighting and I need to break it up and call Marc for moral support!!
There are scars, still. Even within the miracles.
3 months ago