Yesterday George and I celebrated four years of wedded bliss by sleeping all evening. Last year he was sick, then this year neither of us felt well, so I suppose at this rate next year Fiona will be under the weather as well. At least we were both feeling wonderful on our wedding day! Besides, celebrating our marriage is hardly a once-a-year deal; it’s something that happens everyday, one way or another. (Well, almost everyday!)
As grateful as I’ve always been for the gift of George in my life, this past year, as we’ve struggled with my mom’s illness and death, has added a new dimension to my gratitude. He has been so loving and supportive throughout the whole ordeal. Without him I think–no, I know–I would have completely fallen apart. He’s the one who keeps me going even on the loneliest, darkest days.
We’ve been through a lot together during these past four years in addition to my mom’s death: my fibromyalgia, depression, ptsd and other assorted health problems, our constant money worries, not being able to have children, and his mom’s declining health. It hasn’t always been easy. But it has always been worth it. I can’t imagine the world without him in it.