I’m going to let my husband speak, for a change. Just a few of the many things I love about him: his sharp mind, his brilliant writing and his fierce devotion to our family.
Life is hard. And love especially. “All we can do is offer up everything we’ve got, meager as it may be and shrinking by the day, and hope that it’s enough.”
On the 23rd anniversary of our first date, you asked me if I would’ve asked you if I’d known what would follow.
You didn’t mean the good stuff: the romance and the adventure and the four wonderful kids and the triumphs and the building of a life together.
You meant the tough stuff: the first gut-wrenching stillbirth and the time you almost died and the second gut-wrenching stillbirth and the news that our beautiful baby girl had Down syndrome and the slow realization that our adopted son’s special needs were more challenging in real life than they read on paper.
So many things that we didn’t choose to write into our love story. Things we never imagined; not in our worst nightmares.
There are no rules when you fall in love
You just take what you get and you hope it’s enough
On the 2nd anniversary…
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