Eleven

Tonight we went to Noah and Katie's reception (Mark's oldest nephew). A.MAZING.  Out of a magazine. Tents and perfectly decorated tables. A pond, hammock, live band, candles, catered food, fire pit, and so many friends to see and new people to meet.

The timing for me also added to the beauty of the night since tomorrow, May 26, marks our 11th anniversary.  It made me happy to talk to people there, especially a father who is a few years ahead of Mark and I, who has had life experiences with his family and kids that helped my perspective.

I haven't really been too sad or cried out of pity or sorrow for a while, but today I took some time to do that. I was just not wanting what was on my plate. I thought of the song "Did you think to pray?", specifically the line "so when life gets dark and dreary....don't forget to pray". So, I prayed. I didn't necessarily want to, but I trusted the advice of the song. Then I cried even harder. Sat for a few minutes, then got my butt off the couch and did laundry and cleaned the kitchen, sent some emails for Ruby's Rally coming up in a few weeks. I felt better. And I don't share this for any reason except to remember that as positive as I, or you, may think I am, I can throw a good pity party. And to remind myself that its ok to cry and take a break, then carry on.

So tomorrow is our anniversary, and although the extent of plans beyond the regular is that a friend has offered to watch the girls while we go to dinner (thank you!), I am very much looking forward to it. Love you Mark.