My, have I changed.

I can’t tell you how many special days I have pouted through. Every year, I dream of being throughly, obnoxiously, and unrealistically spoiled by my husband on my birthday, our Anniversary, Mother’s Day, or Christmas. I dream of trips, expensive jewelry, flowers, chocolate, a message, a special meal, or a good movie. I have always been jealous of others who get more attention than I do on those special days. I set him up to fail and myself up for disappointment.

Our 29th Wedding Anniversary was Monday. My husband grilled chicken and made homemade fries with veges. I picked up a pie and brought home Dunk’s coffee. It was a wonderful meal and we enjoyed a quiet evening and a beautiful sunset. I was truly content.

Over the past 14 years, our marriage has endured a whole lot of significant challenges. My husband lost both parents, spontaneously combusted due to a mid-life crisis, was released from two jobs as a result of Frontotemporal Dementia, and had a stroke 8 weeks ago that has left him with a weak right side and wheelchair bound.

Today I am thankful for 1 more Anniversary, 1 more Memorial Day Weekend, 1 more upcoming Father’s Day, and any other special day that the Good Lord sees fit to allow us. One more day and a little more TIME with my husband is the best gift I could ever ask for. It’s all I want.

My, have I changed.



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