Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Happy 20th Rick!

Again, there was a time when I didn't think we'd make it to year eight.

Not that we were trying to become a statistic... no, not at all. But Rick had been struck down hard by his Lupus. We had been married for seven years and had a five year old daughter.

And I was told that Rick wasn't going to make it. In fact, I was told that I needed to go make "arrangements" at Rose Hills. I began such proceedings... but it sure was hard. I wasn't ready to be a widow.

TWELVE YEARS LATER, here we are. Celebrating our 20th.

Are things perfect? Of course not.
Is Rick a great man? Yep.
Would I change anything? Nope.

Oh wait, I sure would. I would prefer that Rick not have to deal with all of the byproducts of his Lupus. I would prefer that he not have an artificial hip and knee. I would prefer that he just plain not have Lupus at all. I would prefer... blah, blah, blah.

But I can't complain. We were not supposed to be here.

But we are.

Happy 20th, Rick! You mean the world to me!

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