Too proud to come in last?

I have been working towards the goal of doing a duathon.  Running longer distances.  Bike riding.  But all a sudden I AM scared.  Afraid that I'll be a loser.. That I can't attain.  My heart tells me to run for those that can't.  In faith I'm still moving forward.  I bought a helmet and borrowed a bike, but I just can't get myself to officially sign up.  

Nothing to eat in the house, but still a beautiful Day!!

Every Year is a Celebration

It is our Anniversary today but...

It was one of those mornings as you woke up that you looked down expectantly to see tire marks down across your body. Only a bull dozer could make you feel like this.  But in fact you were still laying in bed.

It was a Monday that means we see nothing of each other, I work till 8, he has class till 9 or 10.

It always was one of those mornings that you were running late for work and you got into you car and the fuel was on E.

It was one of those days that you tried two gas pumps and neither worked.

I tried to stay quiet at work applying your mother's old wise saying, "If you have nothing nice to say, then say nothing at all"



13 years..  What a odd number.  Nothing great I thought.  Who celebrates 13?
...but yesterday I got a funny card and a gift
...but today mid morning, I got a flower delivery.  It was for G&me.  It was from Mom and Dad.  Beautiful daisies, lilies, and carnations. 
...but this afternoon 13 Gorgeous roses were delivered to my work
...but this evening little cupcakes were delivered personally to my back door.

Then I started thinking,
I have friends, family, coworkers that are happy to see love.  Thrilled to see roses.  Happy for us, so happy that they remember us.  For our 13 years
EVERY year TOGETHER is a celebration.  I see broken marriages around me, or if they are not broken, many of them don't "work" well.

So YES, I celebrate.  Love, humor, companionship, best friends for 13 years.