Wednesday, July 29, 2009
I dedicate today to a man I met 16 years ago, became engaged to after a four-month long-distance courtship and exchanged "I do's" with in a city known more for its tackiness, not its tradition.
Even though Mark and I won't spend today celebrating our marriage in Vegas, we'll still relive the moments that keep us together. Of course we'll begin with Jean-Claude who pronounced us man and wife just before midnight at the Candlelight Wedding Chapel; our first meal together--a $2.99 steak-n-eggs breakfast we shared before we boarded a plane to Colorado Springs where Mark would later pitch that evening. Yes, we spent our honeymoon in a Triple-A stadium. No fuss, no muss and it's pretty much remained that way without any regrets.
It’s impossible to sum up a decade-and-a-half with someone, but I still marvel at what I’m often reminded of.
We’ve survived and savored:
Cross-country and international months' long separations; living out of suitcases and sharing Venezuelan-roach-infested hotel rooms; residing in my in-law’s basement; arm surgery, breast surgery, brain surgeries; moving into our first home we’ve already created 12 years worth of memories in; dead ends and new beginnings; heated fights and even hotter reconciliations; the birth of a miracle daughter and son; challenging points of view and seeking refuge in separate rooms; compromising and down-sizing; expressing what needs to be said and appreciating the times when hugs say it all; the cheers and fears; and the laughter and tears.
And yes, the answer is still yes just like the first time you asked me on that Vancouver park bench if I believed in chemistry.
Happy Anniversary Mark!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
I think most would agree that our lives are ruled by too many rules. They're often ignored, broken or tweaked for a particular set of circumstances and groups of people. Rules schmules I say! In fact, I think we'd all get along much better if we adhered to a simpler set of rules. Because in the end it all boils down to a matter of respect. I'm a huge fan of the rules my daughter, Hannah just posted on her bedroom door.
RULES OF MY ROOM
1. No gum.
2. No copying.
3. No stealing stuff.
4. No looking in my secrets.
5. No eating or drinking.
6. Always listen to me when you are in my room.
7. No doing whatever you want.
8. No sitting in my pink fluffy chair.
9. Got it? If you break any of these rules, you owe me a quarter.