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 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. ♥️
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.