23 Years Today

And we still like each other - most of the time.

If you can fit into my jeans I'll kill myself...

This morning I pulled on a pair of jeans that should have fit fine. They are the same size as others that I wear.

I think I cracked a rib.

Then my husband added insult to injury. He told me he had put on a pair of my jeans by mistake. I looked at him in horror. All I could think of was Sandra Bullock's line in my favorite movie While You Were Sleeping,

"If you can fit into my jeans I'll kill myself."

He said he couldn't button them.

Thank goodness.

But I was hoping he would say he couldn't get them past his knees.

My friend is gone

A phone call you never want to take. Words you never want to hear. Pain you never want to see. It all came without warning, without welcome Friday night. "This can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening..." has run through my mind since then. Three adored children without their mother. A much loved husband without his wife. Parents that have already said good-bye to one child say good-bye to their daughter. A son becomes an only child. I don't understand. I just hurt. A happy face is put on for the youngest son. We talk, laugh, run and play. He cackles when he discovers I have stepped in dog pooh. Out of his sight the tears come. My friend is gone.