Today was a very busy day. We had a photo shoot at the park, visited hubby for lunch, made a starbucks run, and went to the store to buy haircolor. By the time we got home we were worn out.

Oh and I have to say that while we were at the park they were also doing prison detail work so I felt very uncomfortable being a mom with two kids and prisoners all around regardless if they are just doing community service to pay off child support or what have you. If you are in a prison uniform you shouldn’t be in public.

Well off to dye my hair and finish commenting on blogs.

If you saw the weather channel, you probably saw the big thunder storms that rolled through the south. Well we got some of those storms today. Thankfully no wind damage or anything major happened in our city but the folks around us weren’t so lucky.

Yesterday, February 6th, Hubby and I celebrated out fourth wedding anniversary. Despite the fact that neither one of us could buy much of anything due to the lack of funds that no jobs provide we still managed to do what we could.

We woke up with smiles on our faces and love in our hearts. I made hubby open his card. I spent the night before in the aisle at the store reading card after card for thirty minutes straight. I just couldn’t find a card that said everything I needed and wanted to say plus didn’t say happy valentines at the end of it. I finally settled on one card. I quickly got home and proceeded to write a book on the inside. I had to get everything out. With the divorce scare and the worst year ever, I knew we both needed to really tell each other how we felt and show that despite the lack of money, friends, and lost family members that in the end we have each other. We can get through anything together with God on our side.

Well of course hubby decided to work a lot on our anniversary because he was a little bummed out that he couldn’t shower me with gifts like he typically does. I am not a person that revolves around things and stuff. Material things and earthly possessions don’t rock my world. I just like love and affection, as long as I have that then I’m good. But hubby for some reason just has got to buy me something or he feels he has failed. Whatever…men, they just make my head hurt. Hubby was late getting home because he stopped and got me a card. What is ironic about this card is that the night before, I stood in the very same aisle at that very same store deciding on whether I should get the white card [the one I gave him] or the black card [the one he ironically gave me]. I just started laughing when I opened the card. I told him, “I was going to get you this very same card! I debating for 30 minutes if I should or not!” He then showed me on the back cover the book that he wrote me. It is so amazing how compatible minds think alike. I love you, hubby. So I thought I would write out what my husband wrote in his card to me. Get ready to say…”awwww!”

I have never in my life felt as complete and full of life and love as I have when I am around you. It makes me smile to know that I have someone who cares for me as much as you do.
You’ve given me months and months of pure love and I can not say thank you enough.
You’ve made me a better person, man, and human being.
I strive to be a better husband.
With God on our side, we will have many more anniversaries.

Love Always,
-ME-

How sweet is he? I knew I married a good one, even thought I have to drag it out of him every now and then.

Anyway, I pretty much had all day to twiddle my thumbs, pull my hair out from chasing two boys, and clean house like a mad woman. Hubby came home and since our brother in law…who knew it was our wedding anniversary….decided to conveniently not show up last night, so that we could go on a “real date” we just ordered pizza. I know romantic, huh? So we sat, ate pizza as a family. Hubby got sick because he ate something weird earlier in the day, so he wasn’t able to enjoy my Death by Chocolate grilled sandwiches. I love these things and if they weren’t so high in calories I’d make a whole loaf of bread and eat them all myself.

Later that night we watched a movie. I fell asleep because I was up at the crack of dawn and lets just face it, it was a boring movie. I was expecting hubby to get a B movie like he typically does, but instead he comes back with a war movie. Not very interesting.

Even though, we didn’t buy each other elaborate gifts or had a fancy dinner alone. We still had a great wedding anniversary. In the end, My Marriage Monologue is to always remember that: Keeping it Simple means more than Elaborate Over Spending.

Last night I had a dream that involved my grandmother. It was kind of weird in the fact that I never saw her face but knew it was her. The dream started out with me “coming home” from some place that I had been for a very long time [sort of like I was coming home from America's Heartland after being gone nearly a year]. I had been waiting around my parents home. I knew my grandmother was going to stop by because she was supposed to go off with Uncle Jimmy. Then she finally showed up, but all I did was look down. I gave her a hug but never looked her in the face. I remember seeing her fingernails. Grandma always had her nails done. She asked for her mail. I gave her two pieces that the mail man dropped off and one letter that I had forgotten that I wrote to her. She went into the bathroom and read them. All I heard were tears from the door. She read my letter and it made her weep. Not in a bad way…it was a good letter from the heart, I knew that much.

Uncle Jimmy shows up and begins to load Granny’s things in the car. There was a sense of “Granny’s old, Granny doesn’t look the same, Granny is going to Die soon” kind of vibe to the air. It was like the pink elephant of the room you knew it was there but you didn’t dare speak of it. Uncle Jimmy said to me “You know you are getting old when you don’t know anyone on your block anymore. I used to know all the kids that played up and down this street. Now I only know a couple.” He walked out the door and got in his Jeep. Granny soon followed, the whole time I couldn’t look at her face. I knew that the letter I wrote her made her cry and to avoid crying myself I didn’t look up. She told me “Thank you, Heather. That was really sweet.” Like she would say anytime I felt compelled to write her a thank you letter. I remember as she walked to the car looking at the back of her hair. It WAS her hair but there was something different about it. I saw a red spot underneath her hair like she was laying on something. I thought to myself “Granny IS getting old, Granny isn’t the same anymore.”

My husband then woke me up and I wasn’t ready to leave this dream just yet.