21 years? ... really?... so why

does it feel more like 29?
Could it be that it took my betrothed 8 years, yes 8 years to commit?
Not that I was a whole lot better, but I think I was ready after maybe say, 6, or 7.

Here we are, in our not so youthful bliss (we met at 21, dated 8 years, engaged for 5 months... yeah, not so youthful!)!


We got married at the Scarborough House here in Savannah. It's funny, but it took going to SCAD for a short time and taking a historic tour of the city (which being from here I had NEVER done), & moving across the country to California for 3 years (yeah, not very rich in history there), to appreciate what we had, right here at home. I guess a little maturity helped too.
So... here we are, 21 years later (sorry no pic, we''l have to work on that), with a son finishing up his junior year, and a daughter turning 13 in a couple of weeks. Wow, talk about waking up in the middle of the night with anxiety, and maybe a tinge of a hot flash, ha. So much to worry about, and wonder about. Not a whole lot of "us" time right now. But we'll get back there, I just know we will. I just pray that we both stay healthy!

later gators!