My husband and I have been married for nine years. Yeppers, folks, nine whole years.
Yesterday my daughter and I watched my wedding video.
**Note to self, be prepared with extra tissues when watching your wedding video so soon after losing a close family friend. Sigh.**
Anyway, the child was rather intrigued with Daddy. Daddy in glasses, Daddy's baby pictures, Daddy dancing with -- oh, yes. Mommy!
Mommy, you have a big dress.
Yes, Yes I do.
I want a big, white dress.
Maybe I can have a big, white dress and I can marry Daddy.
I am, of course, teasing. I don't mind the endless love she has for her daddy. After all, I have it, as well. I just don't - what's the word? - Glow from it every minute of every day. I don't run to the door and scream Daddy! when he gets home from work, though believe-you-me, I want to!
I love my husband with all my heart. I'm truly lucky to have a man like him who has let me
So, yeah, he's a bit of a saint that way, if Jewish people believed in saints and all. Which we don't, but just the same, he IS one. Totally.
And last night when I said Happy Anniversary before crawling into bed, he said something along the lines of -- Aw, man. The husband is supposed to say it first.
Huh? Okay ...
So it shows he remembered.
This is where I should have thrown a pillow at him. But I said, Okay, honey. Happy not anniversary. Or something like that.
And we move on to another fun year.
Also? Just in case you're wondering ... the plural in my title actually represents my 'hood here!
On April 10th, 2009, I clicked Public and opened my blog up to you peeps. I had been posting for like a month or so, but I was too nervous to do it before then. And here's a link to my lame-O very first public post: OK, I did it.
Pretty non-exciting, ey? But search around there - before - after - wherever you'd like. You'll get to see the young and innocent blogging version of me. I am pretty sure I haven't changed much, but hey, you judge for yourselves, okay?
And btw, just cause I feel like it, here's a picture of me in my pretty white (big!) dress. You know, If i had picnick all those years ago I might not have hated my wedding pictures as much as I did. Don't mind the #42 in the corner, it was a proof I scanned back then. And happens to be one of my favorite numbers. Which is a story for another day.
Thanks for listening ... Ciao for now!
p.s. I am linking up with Pour Your Heart Out today, because, well, I kind of just poured my heart out a little bit. Or, okay, a lot. And I puffy heart Shell. So head on over there, wouldja?