Grow Old Along With Me...

Way back when, I was way too impatient to wait until July to get married, so I demanded politely requested that we move it to June (they say, you know, when you marry in June, you're a bride all your life...or some junk like that).

And, to top it all off, I thought it would be fan-diddly-tastic to have it two days before my birthday.

Yeah.

Brilliant.

So, needless to say (but I'm going to say it anyway, as always), it's been a challenge for Jeremy people to keep them straight.

But I'm not here to talk about that.

I'm here to talk about happy things.

Or, er...Happier things.

Thinking back over the last eight years, and really, the last thirty years, I have to say that things are pretty good.

I'm not saying perfect, because if they were, I wouldn't have anything to gripe whine blog about.

Some days are like chewing sand.

You know what I'm talking about...the days where you chew and chew and chew and your mouth is turned down, and your brow is furrowed, and your tongue is dry, and by golly, you really don't want to swallow, but you do, and you find out, gee, that was worse than I thought it would be, but when all that sand is gone, your teeth are probably really smooth.

Wow, that came out weird.

What I am trying to say is that all those rough experiences make us better people.

All my rough experiences have made me a better person.

And I am glad that I have someone like Jeremy to share it with.

Not every person can finish my sentences, read my mind, or make me hiccup...

Well...except Emily.

Who gave me this fantastic birthday card!