13 years... but i stopped counting.

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Today is our 13th wedding anniversary.
We went for dinner on saturday night, I got a lovely card.
I also got a new (to me) convertible!!!  Its cute and will be driven around the Fort ALL SUMMER!!!
But what would a wedding anniversary celebration be iff...
just say....
12th year was the hardest one yet.
There were tears, and disagreements, and slammed doors, with alot of quiet hours?
I imagine it could go one of two ways.

1.  We stay resentful, angry, hair trigger emotional bubbles.

2. We continue, on a daily basis let go... bit by bit... of those hurt feelings and what ifs? 

I remain grateful, everyday for my Andy, his faithfulness to our family and home.  His ability to adapt and make things just happen and work.  With all of my ability to just give up and give in...  he stays on course with "family, love and commitment".
So..Happy lucky number 13 to us.
I remember the day we married I said to myself..
"If this isnt going to work I will know within the first 3 months."
Within 3 months I was nearly dead, with a newborn and 2 teenage girls, that he did his absolute best to handle.
So there was my answer.
I know my heart, I love him.  I just dont know what to do with him sometimes!!!
Today and tomorrow
I will love him, cherish and keep him, in sickness and health, richer or poorer, in good times and bad.
forsaking all others keep only to him.
I promised that to him, made a vow, in front of my family friends, and to him.

Today was a rainy day and a Tuesday so we camped in for the afternoon with Jack after work and school.
Not romantic.
But He and I laid on the couch together, I made their favorite dinner and I read to him.
Andy...  Yes I read to him.  Its our thing.
He plays me music, I read to him.
Its comfortable, second skin.
I guess thats what 13 looks like?

Speaking of 13.... Have you seen our almost 13 year old.????
Now HE IS MY GIFT.
I will keep up, I promise to try.  <3 br="">




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