This is not the day I wanted it to be.
Things did not go as planned.
Things did not go as desired.
I did not appreciate these nearly as I ought.
Nor, did I celebrate the accomplishment of 9 years of marriage with my best friend.
These are the delightful fruits of The Depression.
Thankfully, my HH was not deterred by all this.
He has been dealing with it for 9 years--for better, or for worse.
But, once again he achieved the impossible, listened to all my woes, and managed to brighten my dreary outlook.
And he was my Joyful Moment.
Wishing you all impossible Joyful Moments and a personal champion for 9 years and beyond!