Every so often as I'm sitting there, I can't help but think of my mom. My mom lost her partner five years ago. A partner she slept with, cuddled with, joked with, laughed with, ate with, fought with and cried with. She lost a husband and a friend. A husband with Leukemia and 2 young children? All by herself? She's never said it, but I'm sure there were days where she wanted to give up. That's just being human. Between hospital visits, a pre-schooler, a kindergartener and a move to San Francisco (for better cancer treatment) life wasn't all peaches n cream. And then 20 years later, a liver tumor lurks it's ugly-ass head and disrupts our lives yet once again. My mom is the epitome of for better, for worse. Through all the cancers, all the financial hardships and emotional turmoil, she made it through as a wife. As a partner. And for that, she's a hero. When I think about vows and what they mean, all I have to do is look at my mom. It really is a beautiful and intimate commitment you're making to each other. A commitment that isn't taken so lightly. These are just the thoughts in my head these days... and it's easier for me to write than talk about it. Thanks for listening. :)
Have a wonderful weekend with your loved ones.