Anniversary week: Love Love Love. Are ya sick of it yet?

We knew going into this little marriage thing that there would be problems. First of all, he married a girl who was quite happy on the farm and really couldn't think of a reason to leave, other than to be with him. Why go anywhere? My mom's a good cook, my dad liked having my horse around (despite not really loving the horse himself all that much,) and I loved being in the country, looking out my window at fields and trees and other farms.

Actually, I was ready to spread the wings and fly out of the nest. However, it was made perfectly clear that I would not be gone long. Just a couple of years. Five, tops. Yeah, okay. That should be alright.

Oooops...

Yeah, there are problems. He works too much. He doesn't take very good care of himself. I'm mental. We irritate and annoy each other to no end and you know what bugs me about him the most? That I can't wait to see him again. Grrr....

He booked us a nice place on a lake for us to spend the weekend together. HAPPY CANADA DAY EVERYBODY!
Want proof that he loves me? He fessed up a few weeks ago that he had something planned for me for our 15th. Now I realize that it's silly to get something for ME when it's OUR anniversary. Whatevs. It just shows that he cares.

He was working up a plan to get in my truck the morning of the big day and blast off to do some stuff, which would most likely send me into fits of anger, that he could be so unthoughtful as to not only go do some kind of expensive home improvement truck-needing thing, but to do it on our anniversary, which is so unromantic, and to use my truck for it!

Then he'd roll up a few hours later in front of our little townie bungalow with something like THIS:
He was so bummed out that he couldn't do it. It's been an expensive year. Two years. I haven't been earning anything, I wasn't functioning well last year, and we spent a lot of money on therapy and counselling and meds. He's had to spend so much for his business. We still haven't finished the house reconstruction, and haven't recovered financially from it. Our daughter has beautiful straight expensive teeth. A horse trailer falls to the bottom of the priority list. He felt like it meant putting me at the bottom of the list.

I have to say, the fact that he was considering this has to be good enough.

Speaking of love, I dug up a photo of me and my pony. She was my ninth birthday present. I think I was eighteen here, and she was about ten. The next winter after this, she died, and my heart was broken. I still think of her. Our mare looks nothing like and isn't related to her at all, but their horsonalities are so alike, and that does help heal me. I feel like I still have a little tiny piece of her left.


And you know the other love of my life? I'll be seeing a lot of him next week.
















And the other other love of my life?








We're down to a week, folks. I'm not sure how I'm getting to the movie theatre, but I will be there. Oh yes.









I can hardly wait.