I met my husband 28 years ago this week!

We shared a coke and a calzone and an hour at the courts in honor of our life journey together. We didn't talk about it this year, we just knew that we are a celebration in progress. 402 months of marriage and 28 years of friendship are nothing to sneeze at.

Familiarity does, sometimes breed contempt. Still, we change in physical ways and emotional ways so often, that it is hard to believe that we are the same people who met eachother on the subway 28 years ago. So our problem is more often confusion than being overfamiliar.
Still Crazy, after all these years.


Thank God for interesting things in life, like child-bearing and menopause, because they do make life interesting, probably not as much for me as for the man that God has called to

live with me according to Knowledge.

It must be very confusing to him sometimes. He doesn't let on that it is.

MY EXPECTATION OF ME
To be your sheath means to hold important what you hold dear.
To protect and shield the values that you do.
To give and hold and hide and love and cover faults and grow with you not away from you.
To envelop the needs that you expose with kindness.