34

I was thinking that that would be a great age to be. In my 34th year the Girl was born. What a long awaited blessing! Many previous miscarriages made this pregnancy a difficult time, very emotional and there were complications. So, when she was born, there was so much joy and love. My health was very good and life had so much promise. We were young.

But this 34 marks another banner event. The Husband and I celebrated 34 married years. There were years where that number seemed so far into the future, and BAM! here it is. I looked in the mirror, as I am inclined not to do, and I see that I look like I could be married 34 years, and my age tells me it's possible, so it has come and I have accepted that I don't look 34 on my 34th anniversary. I'm good with that.

The one thing I hope I don't have to deal with is the Girl someday getting married and wanting to do it in December. I had no clue what this month would bring in the years ahead. When we decided to get married, we looked at the calendar and December was the only time that the Husband wouldn't be working like a maniac. So we set the date. No one really objected (except my mom, but that was just marriage in general) so plans were made. At this time we still haven't celebrated our 11th and it just was the same all the years to follow. Some day we will do the ultimate and go away and have some fun, but when you have Christmas staring you in the face in two weeks, time away isn't going to happen when you need to put up a tree and get all the presents and decorations prepared.

Happy Anniversary to my Husband. It's not always great, but it has always been love.