Friday, February 27, 2015

16 Years


I started out in the Marines as a girl with no intent of meeting anyone, let alone marriage. My eyes were set on living the free life while enlisted and the cat lady life after. Of course, it dudvt take long for me to take notice of this guy. To be exact, two days after chrcking in at my MOS School.
We became friends and my insistence on not being attached to anyone kept it that way for some time. I'm hard headed and abyone who knows me intimately knows when things get too friendly I get cold.
We mett November 9, 1994. North Carolina was in the process of becoming winter. The weather was brisk, but not yet unbearable for a girl from Southern Californina. 
I went home only months after we met from a chronic knee issue. My battle between heart and brain weighed heavy in me. My need not to enter into what would probably become a failed marriage and my desire to be with the person I had green to love, left me at odds with myself. I wrote this guy a letter. Laying it out.
Not too long after that I got a letter back. This was before everyone had email and text messaging. We entered into a long didtsve relationship. Letters and mixed tapes were sent across the country and around the world. There was a brief pause in this time. So brief I often forget it even happened. Fast forward almost three years...I find myself a little older and more worldly stepping off s greyhound bus back in North Carolina. He's a little older, more worldly and well traveled. This was 1997.
In 1998 we take a bus, a taxi, and a plane and land in Louisiana on our way to Texas. In 1999 we got married. We got married with so many people, including myself not thinking it would last longer than the careers of the Spice Girls. 


In these past sixteen years of marriage we've moved seven times, have owned five cars/vans (including the current ones), added six kids into our family, and have had ups and downs. We've laughed, daughter, cried, separated sbd come back together...most of all we've loved. We've loved each other even when we didn't like each other. We've wondered how we've lasted so long when we can't even stand ourselves. We encourage each other and challange each other. We even purposely irritate each other. 


I can't imagine my life without you in it, James Francis. Thank you for loving me and encouraging me to be true to myself. For never being embarrassed of who that person is. I hope we see at least 16 more years. I love you even when I don't like you. Happy Anniversary!! 




Thursday, February 12, 2015

Red Lipstick Days


Some days just call for red lipstick. You know, the days where it seems nothing is going right, or everything makes a turn for the worst. 

Today, apparently Tanni had another red lipstick day. I wonder if her dismay for "Let It Go" covers did it, or was it my need to pee when she wanted to nurse. Oh, I got it....it was probably when I decided I wanted to clean and she wanted to not let me. But, then again it could be that we lack pink and purple Duplo blocks.
Maybe she decided she needed to feel pretty, like I need to sometimes. When my day is filled with a whiney kid, or two much laundry. When I feel like I need to be around adults, and I'm stuck with a teenager who thinks he's an adult. 
Or when I'm having a particularly bad self esteem day.
Whatever it was...it's a red lipstick day.