I have lots of news from over the weekend but haven't the time to upload all the images. One big event was JR and I celebrating our anniversary.
28 Years ago Saturday I walk down the aisle of our family's church to meet and marry JR. All the while I was checking out the exits just in case I felt the need to make a fast get away. Since, I was standing on the left a good bet was the door in front and to the left of the alter. The door on the right held no promise because dodging between my daddy and JR was just asking to be caught. And fleeing down the aisle seemed overly dramatic, even for me.
I must have telegraphed my possible intentions because it was just as making a break for it started looking really good that my daddy tightened his grip on my arm and whisper, "it'll be alright, honey." Of course, he was right. he was always right.
It has been alright.
It's been better than alright.
It's been terrific.
Even though JR thinks this should be my next tattoo...
I love you JR. Thanks for putting up with me. And, No I will not be getting that tattoo.