grrlTravels

I think we only need two more miracles and we're there.

11 years. We have known each other for 21 years and have been married for 11 of them. Thankfully we are both still happy about it.

Looking back through the archives I see that I tell you every year that we aren't celebrating that year for a variety of reasons. That leads me to believe that there is very little need to mention that we aren't celebrating this year either. I think K. is a celebrator and I am not. Three preschoolers tend to put a damper on these things for me. One of the preschoolers is crying right this minute as preschoolers tend to do.

I am feeling sentimental and squashy and old today and have to hold myself back from writing Ye Olde Tribute to K., A Man Above Men. He is a fine person, genuinely likable, and very handy with the legos. Many, many admirable qualities. Plus he goes along with my hair-brained schemes and hardly ever says Exactly WHAT were you thinking? Tell me RIGHT NOW. Also he has never once yelled THIS VACATION IS OVER at me like some guy did (to his significant other, not to me) on our first trip to the Bahamas. I give him a lot of credit for that. He did get annoyed at me on our honeymoon because I was all crazy tired from taking Dramamine to get through the Exciting Helicopter Ride Over The Erupting Volcano! and I wanted to crawl into the back seat of the car to sleep as we bumped, bumped, bumped to the only black sand beach in the whole world and when he suggested that we swim I looked at him blearily and snorted. See? He's a saint and I love him.

Photographic Evidence that K. is a Saint,
or at Least Has One Foot on the Threshold of Sainthood