Happy 16th!

Sixteen years ago today, I married a wonderful man. One who's stuck by me in my craziness, supported me and loved me when really, no one should. We are definitely better and we've been through worse. Poorer is a given and we know richer has to get here sooner or later.

He's a terrific father and never ceases to amaze me with his insight and ability to handle situations that leave me paralyzed.

Always willing to help. He has patiently tried to cast on my knitting when I was 8 month pregnant and forgot. He's embraced my passions and along the way they've become his, too. He puts up with my chickens and even though he truly doesn't like them I know he looks out for them.

He attempts things he didn't need/want to because I needed/wanted him to. Building a cold frame, installing a garden fence and making a Pin-The-Nose-On-The-Pig board for a birthday party.

He lets me fill the house with kids - other than our own - even though I know sometimes he'd rather I not.

Last year he surprised me with a renewal of our vows. A proposal, ring, flowers, champagne and a cake that looked just like the one at our wedding.


Like all marriages we've been through our share of....crap. More than our share of crap. Through it all, I wouldn't change a thing. We are better now than ever.

I hope I am to him all that he is to me.

Happy Anniversary, Doug. I love you.