I took the girls to work with me the other day. In between Marley singing 'I milly rock with casino slots' and Maya singing 'I milly rock while eating ice pops', I asked them if they knew what day September 3rd was.
Marley: it's Saturday
Me: yes, I know it's Saturday, but do you know what anniversary it is?
Marley: uhhh...no. Give us a hint.
Me: it has to do with mom and dad.
Maya: nope. Still don't know. Just tell us.
Me: it's mom and dad's wedding anniversary
Marley: cool. How long have you guys been married again?
Me: this year makes it 12 years.
Marley: wow mom. That's long. So what are we doing for your anniversary?
Me: WE? Unless you guys are throwing us a party or buying us some gifts WE are not doing anything. Dad and I may go out on a date.
Marley: A date? Oh no, you and dad can't go out on a date without us.
Me: uh...yea we can. As long as we find someone who wants to hang with you crazies for a few hours we're outtie. Peace.
Marley: outtie mom? Really? Fine then, we'll have fun without you.
Maya: just make sure you don't kiss in the lips.
Me: ok ;)
When we jumped the broom 12 years ago, I knew this is where we'd be. Content and happy, continuing to build our relationship and experiencing life with each other and our 3 beautiful children. Well, I figured I'd have 4 by now but there's still time. Anywho...
Frank and I were meant for each other. We didn't realize it at the time but we were drawn to one another out of necessity. At the time, we were both dealing with loss and at a crossroads in our lives. He was trying to figure out his next move in life and I was just trying to get through each day unbroken. Neither one of us knowing what direction or path to follow. Unbeknownst to either of us, however, the other served as a lifeline. We needed each other and our lives depended on it.
I once read that 'a perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other.' This is us. The road hasn't been always been peachy but giving up has never been an option. As I walked down the aisle, on that day 12 years ago, holding my father's arm, with tears streaming down my face, I was hurting because of my past but looked into the eyes of the happiness that was my future and I knew that nothing could stop us.
So to my partner, my bff, my honey, my boo, I'm grateful for not getting hired as a phone sex operator (another story for another Thursday). If I'd gotten that job, our paths would have never crossed. Love you.