Eleven Years of Bliss

Today Michael and I are celebrating eleven years of marital bliss, which is really quite an accomplishment when you consider I'm only twenty-six.

But you know its love when the guy you're dating brings an extra coat because he thinks that you'll forget yours and get cold, when the truth is that you actually chose not to bring it. (Sometimes a woman just has to make sacrifices for the sake of fashion.)

Then, four kids later, you get up in the morning and you're taking those kids to school, and you realize he put a bunch of brand new CDs in the car's CD player the night before, just for you. It's been a pretty good eleven years.

So how is my anniversary going so far? Well . . .

My day started off by reading an email from a friend who told me I am awesome--which is never a bad way to start a day. After taking the kids to school, I threatened to take University Health Care to Small Claims Court over a matter of five dollars. I am pleased to tell you that I can expect a check for those five dollars in my mailbox within three weeks.  To top it off, I just sold a pattern.

I'd say that so far today has been fantastic! Eleven years of marriage, kids at school, selling a pattern, a threatening phone call, five dollars in the mail, and being told I'm awesome all make for a pretty damn good start to the day. Now if I only had a Dr. Pepper . . . .