…to my other half! My hubby’s birthday often falls on Easter weekend, which means I am usually distracted from one by the other (which one varies from year to year). This year was especially hard, given the week we’ve had, but I did actually manage to surprise him with a family party. (Planning and worrying over it took years off my life, by the way, and it wasn’t exactly a complicated party. It’s that worry gene I get from my parents.)
Anyway. It’s late and I’m bushed–it was not such a good night with the kiddos–and so I will simply say this. Marriage is hard, and we’ve had our rough patches, but there’s no one else I’d rather plow through them with.
In the end, that’s what matters.