We stayed up late, taking turns in the rocking chair. We talked in between his screams and breathing treatments. It wasn't the romantic evening we had planned...but maybe this was what we needed more.
I'll be honest. I cried a lot. It didn't seem fair. The one day a year that is just for us...and our 10th, it was supposed to be special. I had a huge pity party for myself, even this morning I still found myself in tears.
Then my husband lovingly put me in my place. He has a way of speaking the honest truth that cuts right through me. I needed that. I needed to remember what our marriage is all about.
Our anniversary was a celebration of our life. Our whole life. This big, loud, messy life is ours.
10 years ago we promised to choose love in the good times and bad...through the sickness and health.