It’s been 18 years…

On this day, 18 years ago, I got married to my now ex-husband.

We were just two young kids who had no business getting married, but we were dumb and in love. So we made it work for a while.

We’ve been divorced for 10 years now. It’s weird how no matter how much time has passed, this date will always be special to me.

I’ll never regret the time we spent together. Especially because it gave me my son.

I remember this night very fondly.

I had just finished my last chemo, so I looked cray, but goddamn if this wasn’t a fabulous evening of drinking with friends, and then Dave and I made out on that couch. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

Through the years…

This is me and my sis, on this day, in 2018. We were at my husband’s last show with his band. I fucking love this pic and need to get it framed.

Post-chemo hair growth. And my sweet little bb.

My last Thanksgiving with my ex and his family. They don’t do traditional Thanksgiving foods so we ordered from a local Italian restaurant. It was delicious. This was about one month before I met D.

Still love this pic

Babe, do you remember this pic?

♥️♥️♥️

I want to remember this:

Last night, we were recapping D’s date for the second time, since I was a hot mess when I got home on Tuesday night. So anyway – he was telling me about it, and he kept spontaneously grinning while he was talking, and it was so fucking adorable. I called him a smitten kitten and he blushed and told me to shut up. 😂

I love him so much. I am grateful for every day, and every experience. ♥️

on this day

I want a Zoey Deschanel wig. I used to have one, but I think maybe I gave it to Grace when she had chemo? I remember giving her some wigs a couple years back and thinking: you’ll have to buy yourself new ones when the cancer comes back. Because I’ve always known. Always.