Happy anniversary ramble

Things make me laugh silently inside, with the potential to burst into giggles.
Today.
Wait for it.
Wait.
Today is my 16th wedding anniversary and my husband forgot! (This is really ok…keep reading)
Several years ago I had forgotten the date(yes I am woman hear me roar). Between my long shift work and everything, I just forgot.  I think it was because I forgot what day of the week it was. Hey it happens. He reminded me! I was certain at the time he was wrong, so I searched out those toasting glasses from that long ago date…oh crap…He was right!
So after much needling and laughing and telling everyone he knew I forgot we probably went out to dinner(I can’t remember exactly *laughter*)
This time though.
I remembered!
Part of him not remembering is he went with our son to boyscout camp for a week and won’t be home for another day.
This leads me to think over the past years and just wonder. Nothing is perfect folks. No matter what the movies show, the tales you hear, inspirational FB posts you read, what you watched your parents do well or not well.
Marriage is work-for bothsides, even if you think one of you is better than the other or worse.
It is a struggle-to make money meet, kids taken care of, house cleaned, your self happy.
It may take-soul searching, counseling sessions, mistakes, wins, tears, hugs, friends and sometimes…A hard whack upside someone’s head with a cast iron pan(nope haven’t done that yet). 
It really comes down to self.
Can you sooth yourself, so you don’t panic and run screaming down the neighborhood streets naked?
Can you be happy at this moment with the little pieces?
Can you enjoy the big wins?
Can you make yourself happy with things you enjoy that they dont?
Are you tieing yourself so completely to your partner that one can’t move without the other?
Because you will NEVER be able to make your partner do something. They will either see, understand, listen, change a bit or they won’t.  If they do it will be under their own power, not a damn thing you made them do.
Here’s a thought…we made the choice to get married. No one made us. One of us didn’t drag the other up the aisle.
So. Such is life. I think we forget sometimes.
To my husband. You forgetfull man a toast…hmm…maybe I should check the glasses just in case before he gets home…

She was amazing…

One time she brought me a dozen donuts, assorted, knowing that the family only ate chocolate covered.

She laughed so hard once she sprayed coffee on the dash of my car.

We could antique for hours and not buy a thing…well she didn’t.

The time she called and said I should try Tabasco on the kids science experiment. AFTER we almost killed ourselves with chlorine gas. Lol.

She was a single mom for awhile,  loved her boyfriend of many years, her kids and grandbaby

I wish I could tell you how things are, what an adventure things have been lately.

She died on a monday, when I kissed her cheek goodbye…she was no longer left in her shell.

I miss you my friend.
High fives and gentle kisses off to your spirit.