Feb. 18th, 1989 – our wedding day.
I was 20, Ben was 19. Our baby son Beau-Daniel was 8 months old.
It’s been twenty-three years since that day.
Three more children came to stay. And then one more, who didn’t.
There was a cancer diagnosis, and six months of treatment.
There has been mental illness, depression, alcoholism. And there has been redemption and recovery.
There has been financial ruin. Financial restoration.
There were twelve months where we were split up. Divorce papers filled out and ready. Then there was forgiveness and reconciliation.
For better, and for worse. For richer, for poorer. In sickness and in health.
If this marriage is all I have to show for myself at the end of my life, I can be satisfied I was part of something very, very magnificent.
Happy anniversary Ben. xxx