Today is my wedding anniversary. Six years ago today, I thought I had won the lottery by finding Esteban and marrying him. I used to joke around and say that the marriage license was my receipt and I could return him whenever I wanted, but I secretly knew I would never do it. Not then and certainly not now. Esteban deals with all my mood swings. He listens to all my ranting and raving, my vents and my nasty remarks. When I tell him I'm PO'd, he says I'm always PO'd and laughs. He deals with my pickiness and although it’s impossible, he tries to do things the way I would want them done. I’m sure the number of my pet peeves is mind boggling to him. I never give him enough credit for working so hard so that I could stay home part time with the kids. Not only does he work whatever hours he can get his hands on, he does a great deal of the housework and helps with the kids. He’s a wonderful man and I’m looking forward to many more years of marriage. I thank God for giving me such a great life partner. I am a lucky woman and I did win the lottery with him!
I should by no means quit my day job, but I wrote Esteban a small poem and text him the following:
Six years ago, I became your wife,
And I can't tell you how my life
Has changed and all because of you.
That's why I'm happy. This is true!
Happy Anniversary Darling!







