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This weekend, it's seven years. That's hard to get my head around - because to my poor head, it was just a while ago. A small one. Really small. Tiny, even.

I flew back to St. Louis on one of the few flights left before Lambert stopped being a TWA hub, Jim picked me up in the U-Haul truck and we carted him and his books -and his snow shovel- to Ontario. We listen to "Route 66" and grin as we go over the locations in the song - we went through them all. (Not on the route itself, sad to say. I think it was I40 most of the way....)

It was a blast and I'd love to do it again. The drive, that is. The mad dash across five states in three days, two nights. One in Oklahoma City (and glad to do so, we got to see the memorial) and the other in Flagstaff (which I think is gorgeous).

I mentioned it at lunch today, and I got the same snuggle I got seven years ago. I actually had to cut it short because I had to get back to work -

Stability is something you don't actively take for granted. Frankly, we're pretty boring if you want to know the truth. caitlin thinks we're cute. I enjoy hearing that - and maybe we are.

It's easy. I had hard, once. I had hard, bitter, mean, angry - and loving - once. Would it surprise anyone that my late husband - the difficult one - trusted me more? Compare them? I thank God every day I the two men I married didn't arrive in my life at the same time - because I don't know if I could have chosen between them. I think about it every day - because I miss my late husband. Every day.

And Jim doesn't begrudge me for it. I don't compare them. One never falls short of the other. Maybe the real indicator is I don't number them. I don't have a first husband, a second husband. I have a husband - and a late husband. This is my second marriage, and if the name didn't clue you in, I'll be happy to explain it to you. I'm not going to forget.

My husband loves me for this.

Low-maintenance? Never. He has very well-defined patterns and needs, wants and dreams - and needs my attention, compassion, skill and love just like the difficult one did. It just looks easier. And this one takes care of me with so much more skill, without even thinking hard about it - but he knows I reciprocate in kind. Very little gets done at times without throwing for it. (Dishes? We tossed for them twice this week alone. I've lost both times. ^_^)

He's still learning - we both are - but at least we know that's an ongoing process.

Seven years. It was supposed to be harder than this. I just got him here, I swear it.

*lights the good incense* May I never take it for granted.

This weekend, it's seven years. That's hard to get my head around - because to my poor head, it was just a while ago. A small one. Really small. Tiny, even.

I flew back to St. Louis on one of the few flights left before Lambert stopped being a TWA hub, Jim picked me up in the U-Haul truck and we carted him and his books -and his snow shovel- to Ontario. We listen to "Route 66" and grin as we go over the locations in the song - we went through them all. (Not on the route itself, sad to say. I think it was I40 most of the way....)

It was a blast and I'd love to do it again. The drive, that is. The mad dash across five states in three days, two nights. One in Oklahoma City (and glad to do so, we got to see the memorial) and the other in Flagstaff (which I think is gorgeous).

I mentioned it at lunch today, and I got the same snuggle I got seven years ago. I actually had to cut it short because I had to get back to work -

Stability is something you don't actively take for granted. Frankly, we're pretty boring if you want to know the truth. caitlin thinks we're cute. I enjoy hearing that - and maybe we are.

It's easy. I had hard, once. I had hard, bitter, mean, angry - and loving - once. Would it surprise anyone that my late husband - the difficult one - trusted me more? Compare them? I thank God every day I the two men I married didn't arrive in my life at the same time - because I don't know if I could have chosen between them. I think about it every day - because I miss my late husband. Every day.

And Jim doesn't begrudge me for it. I don't compare them. One never falls short of the other. Maybe the real indicator is I don't number them. I don't have a first husband, a second husband. I have a husband - and a late husband. This is my second marriage, and if the name didn't clue you in, I'll be happy to explain it to you. I'm not going to forget.

My husband loves me for this.

Low-maintenance? Never. He has very well-defined patterns and needs, wants and dreams - and needs my attention, compassion, skill and love just like the difficult one did. It just looks easier. And this one takes care of me with so much more skill, without even thinking hard about it - but he knows I reciprocate in kind. Very little gets done at times without throwing for it. (Dishes? We tossed for them twice this week alone. I've lost both times. ^_^)

He's still learning - we both are - but at least we know that's an ongoing process.

Seven years. It was supposed to be harder than this. I just got him here, I swear it.

*lights the good incense* May I never take it for granted.