Yesterday, and last night, I was a raving bitch feeling grumpy. When we got into bed, Poe snuggled up to be from behind, and started talking to me trying to cheer me up. Usually, those attempts are followed up by attempts of another sort, and I was just hoping it wouldn’t go there. I wasn’t in the mood, was still grumpy, and I’m still (STILL!) sick. He rolled over, I was assuming to go to sleep. Instead, he said, “Come here,” and had me snuggle up to his chest. He played with my hair until I fell asleep. He knows that’s the surefire way to get me to sleep.

Sometimes, that man knows just exactly what I need right when I need it.

Poe, from bathtime for the boys: Hey – do we HAVE washcloths?

Me: Yes, we own washcloths.

Poe: Can I have one?

Me: If you can find them, you can have as many as you want.

Substitute “washcloths” for just about anything in your house, and you’ll know our nightly conversations for the last week, and the future.

Dear Jay,

Nine years ago today, we said I do in a little chapel in the mountains, married by a pastor with the most gigantic head I’ve ever seen. Nine years ago today, I felt pretty, and like a princess. Nine years ago today, you said I do, even though you’d only known me about 4 months.

They all said it wouldn’t last. Thank God it did. With everything we’ve been through together, a weaker couple wouldn’t have made it. But you and I? We’re not weak. But can you imagine going through everything we’ve been through alone?!

You make me sane and insane, you’re a good man, you love me, and you love our kids. You are and have been so much to me. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Happy Anniversary baby.

Love – Butterfly