Woke up this morning to flowers and chocolates and a loving card and letter, reminding me that today is me and my husband’s anniversary. I try to remember it is a big deal but to be honest, as the years go by the novelty starts to wear off and you begin to loose count. I sincerely thought we were celebrating 24 years but did the math and discovered that it is only 23. Haha, only! For most couples around us, that is a record breaking number. It’s been a rocky 23 years, not by any means an easy marriage. We got married young and, well, I grew up and it took him a little longer. He’s still in the process. Haha. But we didn’t give up, though admittedly, there were many, many times I in particular wanted to. However, our children and my morals kept us together. I made a vow to God 23 years ago, and I took that vow seriously.



