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Another year older...another year wiser?

Yesterday was my birthday. I remember being 18 years old and thinking the age I'm at now was sooooo far away. It's not. Time flies faster than a bill's next due date. I know it was just yesterday that my son was only 3. He's sixteen, seventeen next month. geez.

However, my husband was very sweet yesterday. We used our "big brain on Mark and Laurie" gift certificate to have a nice dinner out with the family, and of course Hadi. It was a "good time" "lots of fun." I ordered fajitas, but the restaurant doesn't serve guacamole with them, so he ran over to the deli and brought me back about four containers to have with my meal.

Then Mark and I went over to the mexican restaurant, had a Dos Exxis, and the employees, who we've known for a year, place a sombrero on my head and sang me "Happy Birthday" first in Spanish, and then in horrible English.

I tell you, there are days when Mark is lucky to wake up in the morning(I get soooo pissed at him), but really, I love him just as much as I did when we met. That was thirteen years ago. Seeing Netter in her fresh blush of love reminds me how much I love Mark. And it's funny, but those things that piss me off about him, I can't help but love. Because without those, he wouldn't be who he is.

He makes me laugh, and god knows, I am not the person he thought he'd be with. I am practically the opposite of everything he wanted. If I ever doubt that he loves me, I have only to remember that I'm everything he hates in life: no ambition, indecisive, born in texas, decidedly southern--accent and all, ruled by emotions as opposed to logic, while at the same time being emotionally distant, and blantantly type b personality.

yeah, opposites attract, but the trick is making it work long term. We're still working on that, but I think we're getting better.

all in all, i'm very lucky, for no one else would put up with me(just as no one else would put up with him). I think some things are just meant to be.

On an aside, with a blantant plug, be sure and check out the new issues of both Chick Flicks and HeavyGlow.



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