I've Got Mail

This is my polka dot mailbox. Where I get MAIL. And I am usually delighted to find something other than bills and junk mail in the box. Today I got another PACKAGE!

This is blurry but it is ME. 100%. Thank you Deborah for "knowing" who I am. That means the world to me. And I love my second postcard. Kathy sent me one a week or so ago and now I have two. A third one and I'll have a "collection". The hand painted fabric with your fabulous hand written words. I just LOVE it. Today is turning out to be a fabulous day.

Today is the 38th anniversary of the day I married the man who is everything to me. Husband. Friend. Provider. Handyman. Gardener. First Responder to my injuries. He takes very good care of me. I hope he can say the same of me.

We got married by a justice of the peace in a small town hall. Had a quiet dinner with both sets of parents and my grandmother. No siblings. I still don't know why they weren't there. And after a slice of cake, we got into the car and drove to our college--school was starting-- and our life together was starting also.

We had a VERY bumpy first 10 years. Yes, ten years. Well, actually it may have been more like a bumpy 20 years. I know that today's young marrieds would have given up in those 10 (20) years and gone about the business of finding a new husband or wife. We didn't. We took care of each other even when we weren't speaking to each other. Sounds weird. But we are both very stubborn, difficult, opinionated, creative, hard working and dependable people. And the last 18 years have made all the "toil and trouble" of the first 20 worth while. Anne Tyler writes about this kind of marriage.

I don't recommend my marriage to the faint of heart. Our two children have failed to commit to marriage and family and I think being witnesses to our marriage may be the reason. Though they may not have found a worthy adversary yet.