9 years and counting

today is our anniversary. our real one- though i still count our first kiss, and engagement as anniversaries, so kj's always confused :) but 9 years ago today, i made the smartest decision in my life and married the best man in the world. he has taken care of me through many little breakdowns, that i thought were huge at the time, and has stepped up in a way that i never would have thought i deserved in the face of the biggest challenge of my life. i won't say it's the biggest challenge in *his* life, because unfortunately, kj has had far too many terrible experiences, but i will say that cancer has been a crazy ride for us both. and he has been amazing. both as a father and a husband. he has taken care of everything. so well that at times i question my necessity in the house. and then i thank my lucky stars that i have him, and the girls have him.

so, while i'm sitting here in a camisole with drain pockets filled with drains filled with bodily fluids, hoping for a shower where my husband will have to hold my drains, and look at 4 incisions and 4 punctures in my extremely creepy looking chest, i feel lucky.

i am married to my best friend. the man whose eyes have gotten me through two child births, and a wedding. the man who can hold my hand and look into my eyes and make me forget that bad things are happening. the man that makes me feel safe, and happy every time he walks through our door. the man that *always* gives me at least 4 kisses- and sometimes 6- but never 3 or 5. the man i fit perfectly with. i am lucky. and i hope he always knows that i know it...

happy anniversary my prince-