Did you know that on our first date, my hubby and I ALMOST drove to Vegas to get married? We talked about it, even rode in a horse-drawn carriage that had a "Just Married" sign on the back. We just knew that we were with the one we wanted to spend our life, the one with which we wanted to grow old. We didn't drive to Vegas, mainly because our family would have freaked-out, and I mean FREAKED! I didn't want to cause my mother to have another stroke.
On our second date, he surprised me with a heart-shaped diamond engagement ring. We were engaged long enough for me to move from Minnesota to California (a job transfer opportunity appeared just at the right time) and plan a small wedding.
That was almost twelve years ago. Our anniversary is next month and we will be apart.
We don't usually even plan big celebrations for our anniversary, so I'm not going to miss that. I'm just missing my best friend right now. I miss snuggling up on the couch and watching something stupid on TV.
Usually I'm so focused on keeping everything together and helping the kids cope with missing Daddy, that I don't even let myself think about missing him. Today we missed him together.