Last week got stupid. I’ll spare you the details, but let’s just say that by Friday, I basically felt like the biggest loser in Loserville.
But today is different. Today is the 8th anniversary of the day I married my personal hero. It was the happiest day of my life (until Iris, though that’s a completely different kind of happy).
I don’t care how cliche or co-dependant it makes me sound – marrying my husband is one of those things I do not question in any realm of reality. He’s my best friend, and I cannot imagine life without him.
My hope is that everyone finds this kind of fulfillment, whether it be through the love of another person, career and academic accomplishment, spirituality, art, science, music, children, animals or nature. For me it was this, and I wish for all of you to know my joy.
To the start of a wonderful week!