~CHANGED~

I have put off writing this post for a long time. Not because I was dreading it. I just had a lot of things to wrap my own head around and I needed it to be perfect and understandable and PERFECT. Simply because, that is what this weekend away was for me. PERFECT and life changing. I am forever changed in so many ways I want to be able to explain to myself, Tommy, my children and Anne, what a profound effect the 4 days in Chicago had on me, because of, 4 hours, 11 years ago.

I came home from Chicago changed.

I am forever changed. That is, simply, the only way to describe it.

My weekend in Chicago changed me, I believe, in ways, for the better. I feel better as a wife, mom, friend, daughter and sister. It could be the fact that I got to go to bed and not worry about someone waking up in the middle of the night wanting a glass of water or snuggle time. It could be that I actually got to eat dinner and it was cold when it was supposed to be and hot when it was supposed to be. It could be that I got to engage in adult conversation without the every so often scream of "MOM! He's touching me again!" It could be that I got to go shopping with a purse that was not filled with fruit snacks, hot wheels cars and chocolate in case I needed to bribe Pudgie into behaving for just 5 more minutes. I really think it is the fact that I actually got to PEE without a child strapped to my leg in the bathroom asking mommy if she was making, "potty ok?"

Being away from my life, seeing Anne again, the city, the freedom, the thoughts about loss in life, the ache of missing my own family has changed me and today, I am a better person because of it all.

Anne graduated with her beautiful head held high and a radiant smile on her face. I had tears of joy streaming down my face. Tears of joy that were marked with the sadness and realization that this sweet woman is going through life without her mom, Sara. The sense and presence of that loss was very evident when I was with Anne. I especially felt it in Anne's loft. I recognized a lot of Sara's furniture from the days I would stop and say hi, at their house in Scottsdale. I don't know how she does it but she, "is." Anne is DOING, she is LIVING, she is THRIVING and GRIEVING and SUCCEEDING. Anne is head strong and so very heart smart! And I couldn't have been more proud of her even if she were my own daughter!

I sat in awe as she walked during her graduation ceremony. I cried for her and for her mom. I cried for me and for the first time I met Anne. I cried at her accomplishment of law school and of life. I silently said a prayer and promised Sara that I would always be there for Anne. No matter where, no matter what, she would always know that I would be there for her.

I am so thankful that when I look back on the call that brought us together, I didn't treat her like a teenager who needed to be yelled at by a cop, which, in turn, would have most likely made her rebel even more. Instead, we talked. From that talk, I learned that Sara called me, "Anne's angel."

I met Sara's best friend while I was in Chicago and she knew everything about me. She told me the conversation that I had with Sara and Anne the first time we met. She knew of my accident and of my children and of the time we ran into each other at the Phoenix Zoo. That alone, was one of the best feelings I could have ever felt. To hear that someone spoke so highly of how you affected their daughters life, is flattering and shocking, all at once . I had no idea. I felt so at home with them. Like we were an extended family.

Who would have that that 11 years ago, as I sat in her living room, this little girl, who didn't want to even finish high school, would grow up and to become an Estate Planning lawyer?

I can't even explain the feeling that washed over me from this weekend. I don't want to call it closure. I don't want to say I had a feeling of peace fall over me. There was just a sense of comfort that I felt in knowing that my motorcycle accident was not in vain. I accomplished something most cops only talk about in the academy. You will hear them say, when repeatedly asked why they want to be a police officer, "because I want to help people." Well, after all these years, I know I helped that "one" and it was all worth it.

I explained all of this to Tommy, and not very well, I might add. It is so hard to actually put things like this into words. It is much easier to just put it into perspective in my own mind and heart. And really, that is all that matters.

I wake up everyday now, with a smile and sense of well-being. I am a better mom, a better wife and a better person, all around. I am happier with me. I am happier with the woman I am and where I have been. The things I have encountered have made me who and what I am and this weekend cemented the fact that I have an amazing life, an amazing family and it is ok to move forward and enjoy this life without the career I once loved and will forever miss. It also made me realize that one of the sayings that I try to live by, can actually change someones life forever.....

YOU NEVER GET A SECOND CHANCE, TO MAKE A FIRST IMPRESSION.

A PAR-TAY!!!

For whatever reason, about a month ago I got it in my head that we needed to have a party. Not just a family get together, but a full on... friends, family and our extended family at the gym, party. Not even realizing that this was Memorial Day weekend, we planned and cooked and shopped and, in the end, had over 96 people walk through our front door. It was such a blast.
Now, Tommy and I rarely, if ever, drink. It just doesn't really suit us with the kids and things we have seen. With that said... it was our house, we needn't drive anywhere, we have a lot of things to celebrate, Tanya made jello shots with vodka and we were having a par-tay! Whew, party we did. Our awesome friends Travis and Carey are always the ones who help close up the house when they come over. I think they carried their sleeping munchies out the door at 1 a.m.

Between the bbq'd ribs, chocolate pieces and sweet cream dip, cakes, Reese's peanut butter cups, tortellini chicken caesar salad, chips with Ruth's fantabulous home-made hot sauce, hamburgers and hot dogs, mac-n- cheese, Malibu rum and pineapple juice cocktails, green/red/purple and orange jello-shots... I am pretty sure we accommodated every single persons tastes and needs!

This get together was absolutely, outrageously funny and very much needed.

Now the fun starts again. the zone, the gym and workouts that are gonna make me wish I had never done those shots with all the girls! Heck, you only live once, you can't take it with you... and from what I was told, 5 women doing jello shots, TOGETHER, is apparently hot!

In the end, this little guy could only hang in there until 11:30 p.m. It will surely turn him into a train wreck tomorrow. Good thing we have a couple of days to recover and relax.. Thank you so much, to everyone who came over and made the day and night, such a blast!

Cheating

Tommy wanted to surprise me and pick me up at the airport in a new Escalade when I got home from Chicago. He stressed on whether or not I would be mad if he did the deal without me. We have been looking for more than 6 months now and I had told him, to spend this kind of money, I have to fall madly, deeply, passionately, IN LOVE with this truck. It was all or nothing because I am emotionally attached to my Excursion and I knew it would be difficult to give her up. Tommy and Jax built the Excursion for me after my motor accident. It has been a security blanket for me for over 7 years now.

In the end, he decided not to do it since we had decided it would be better to just wait for my birthday. He missed me so much though, he searched for Escalades while I was in Chicago, just for giggles.

Then, for even more giggles, he had this beauty brought out to our house so we could test drive it and see if I "LOVED" her. That was the deal maker. I had to love her or it was a no go.

I wanted to date her immediately when I walked outside my front door and saw her. I definitely played a little hard to get though. I didn't get in right away. I just admired her and her rims. They are beautiful and shiny. Funny how shiny things make me melt. Then I sat in the drivers seat, slowly put the key in, turned her on and took her out. It was a brief date. Nothing fancy. She is not into fancy places. We didn't even test her dvd players. (ALL 4 of them, oh wait... there are actually 5. I barely can drive this puppy let alone run any of the electronic thinga-ma-jigs!!!) She is hot. She turned many a heads with her loud voice. She has custom pipes and sings like a rock star! We are soul mates. A match made in heaven. Tommy even took a little notice of the flirting going on. He was proud. I was getting those first kiss butterflies. I was too cool to show any emotion though. I was not sure if he would let me date her for a long time. Tommy gave me the thumbs up on our relationship tonight, after he got off the phone with our bank.

We are getting married tomorrow. It may be hard on Tommy but it really is his fault. I would have never strayed if it were not for him.

I love her so much Tommy. I love you even more! It has been an incredible month for us and it is only getting better.

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.. although, it, simply, just is not enough!

P.S. I promise to clean out my garage, Thursday!

F*E*A*R

I NEVER USED TO BE AFRAID OF FLYING. I USED TO FLY EVERY TWO WEEKS FOR ABOUT A YEAR.. BACK IN THE DAY. WHEN I WAS SINGLE AND DIDN'T HAVE A CARE IN THE WORLD. WHEN LIFE WAS EASY, I HAD NO BILLS, NO ONE DEPENDING ON ME, A JOB THAT CONSISTED OF HITTING 21 THE EASIEST AND MOST PROFITABLE WAY POSSIBLE, A LIFE STYLE THAT HAD ME WAKING AT NOON AND MAKING MORE MONEY IN A DAY THAN MOST MAKE IN A MONTH, AND AGAIN, I DIDN'T HAVE A CARE IN THE WORLD.

NOW I AM ALL GROWN UP WITH FOUR LIVES THAT HANG IN THE BALANCE OF MINE, A HOUSE AND CARS AND DISHES TO WASH. LIFE TO LIVE WITH THEM AND I AM SITTING HERE NEARLY HYPERVENTILATING ABOUT MY FLIGHT THAT IS TAKING OFF IN 14.5 HOURS.... BUT WHO IS REALLY COUNTING RIGHT? I THINK THEY ALL ARE. I HAVE HEARD THE QUESTION, "DO YOU REALLY HAVE TO GO ALL WEEKEND, CAN'T YOU JUST GO FOR THE DAY?" ALL WEEK LONG NOW. I HAVE WIPED AWAY TEARS AND HUGGED AWAY THE, "WHY CAN'T I GO?" SHUDDERS COMING FROM MY LITTLE GIRLS SHAKING BODY AS SHE CRIED.

I HAVE JOKED ALL WEEK LONG WITH TOMMY THAT NO ONE IS REALLY GOING TO MISS ME AND THAT THIS MOM IS REALLY IN NEED OF THIS WEEKEND......

THIS MOM IS REALLY SECOND GUESSING THIS TRIP AND IS ALMOST PANIC STRICKEN NOW. WHEN I PULLED OUT MY SUITCASE I WAS NEARLY PARALYZED WITH FEAR BECAUSE OF THE DREADED, "WHAT IF?????"

JUST FOR THE RECORD, TOMMY, JAXI, BINKY NOODLE AND PUDGIE BEAR... I LOVE YOU ALL MORE THAN LIFE. ENJOY YOUR WEEKEND WITHOUT MOMMY YELLING AND SCREAMING.

I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MY HEART WILL BE MISSING YOU ALL!!!

LOVE,
MOM

Bang!

(This is not the actual accident)

I am not even sure why I am blogging about this. Probably because I have seen this so many damn times it makes me so angry and breaks my heart all at the same time.

We were running late for school this morning. Which, for us, is still 15 minutes early for the school bell. While crossing with the guard we heard a car accident. A small screech of tires and a huge BANG! All my kids looked right to me and I said, "yeah, that was an accident, not the near misses we always hear!"

I took the kiddos to school and started to walk home. I saw the wreck right at the main entrance to our sub-divison and my neighbor was already there. I walked over because there were way too many kids there for it to not be chaotic. When I got there I saw one of the women from our school and knew she had been involved. She came up to me so I asked if she needed anything, and if she was alright. Typical things. That was when I saw her son. She told me he was not belted in and was sitting in the front seat at the time of the accident. Then she asked me if she had to tell the police that. Damn it! Her air bags had deployed and he had basically become a projectile at what looked like, a 40 mile per hour impact.

This poor little guy was crying and walking in cricles, aimlessly. I laid him down and started whispering to him so he would slow his breathing down. He was bleeding from his little mouth and scared to death. We talked about his teacher and the firemen that were coming to help him and his kindergarten class. My heart hurt for this little guy.

I am sure his arm is broken and his sternum crushed, if not crushed, he at least has broken ribs. I prayed right there it was not worse, he was going into shock as I laid with him and tried to calm him down.

SIX. He is SIX! He was lucky he did not go through the windshield. He was whispering to me how bad his little tummy hurt and when I raised up his shirt I saw the black bruises that had already formed. The paramedic that was sitting beside me told me right there how worried he was about the pain and markings. I knew the minute I saw them he was a level 1 trauma by injury, and that is not good. Hopefully no internal bleeding. I had to hold back tears for this little guy. That was when I got mad and had to leave the scene. I took their backpacks to school so I wouldn't say something incredibly horrible right there. The female cop on scene was already angry. I heard it in her voice as she kept asking about seatbelts.

They had to life-flight this sweet little guy outta there.

Come on people........ Put your friggen seatbelts on yourself and your children. At the very least, your children....... and put your kids in the backseat. I am sorry but children do not belong on your lap as you go and get the mail, or just running over to your friends three streets over, or if you are on your way to school and it is only a few minutes in the car.........and......... they don't belong in the front seat if they are under the proper age and weight ... if you don't know those numbers... your kids are too little to sit up front.

Two seconds of clicking the seatbelts could have spared this little guy a lot of pain.

KISS THE COOK!

Mother's Day was awesome for me! My little crumb-snatchers made me wonderful little gifts at school that I absolutley adore. Jax made me a purse with a poem and his picture while Brinkley made me a booklet of promises of chores and stuff. They were so sweet.

Tommy apologized all day long for not going out and actually purchasing me a gift and card. I was so not concerned about it at all. He helped clean the house so my entire family and my family from Omaha could come out and we could all enjoy the day together. That was gift enough for me.

I sent him to Lowes for an emergency grill brush at some point before all of our company arrived and he came back with a huge smile on his face. He had an idea. The funny thing about me is, I am pretty easy to please and incredibly hard to impress. It stems from the life I have lived I guess. I drove Lamborghini's, I traveled to far away places, I stayed in the best of hotel suites when I gambled in Vegas, I had the jewels that compared to some celebrities and I wasn't happy... I am, in plain and simple terms, happy with the way things are now. Some days are more extravagant than others and some days are, just, plain and simple... and it is perfect. It is all about the man I am with and the 3 little noise-makers we created together!!! PERFECTION!!

At any rate, the sweet love that he is won't spend anything more than $50.00 without asking me, so there was no way he could surprise me. Instead, he asked if I wanted to go and look at a new barbecue that he saw. I asked him why he didn't just buy it if he liked it and he said, "it is for you and I want you to love it!" Since I am the bbq'r in the family, I can not argue with that logic.

So Monday, right after the gym, we headed to Lowes where I fell madly in love. Our grill we have now is a, "get us through a few summers $89.00 Wal Mart special. She works ok, is nothing special to look at, but is probably teetering on the dangerous side since she has been blown over in the wind so many times, kinda grill!" This little lady Tommy picked out is so pretty. Shiny and big with black and gold granite. The optimal word is BIG. I can cook steaks for 20 people now!!!! Ok, more like chicken with this family but still...

Tommy wanted me to get the refrigerator to match but I didn't need that. I could have held out longer for a grill. I think our propane tank might have exploded if the wind blew the grill over again...

Here she is in all her yummy, ready to cook for many a mouths, GLORY.. Oh, the bags are my other presents...for Chicago on Friday!

I know Tommy, I am so flippen strange that I get excited over the simple things. They are all that matter. Thank you for the wonderful gifts!!!!!

(I must put in here.. I bought my travel bags myself and have completely convinced Brinkley that she bought them for me shopping one day when she was really over-tired. It is amazing what you can convince your children of!!! Tommy, thanks for never caring what I buy. Especially since I went out and bought your car without even mentioning it to you!)

Mom's

I don't feel that I have ever really earned the title of "GOOD MOM." Especially seeing some of the Mom's that I compete with on a daily basis. Some of the Mom's I know never raise their voices, never spank, never miss a gourmet meal, never have a messy house and surely, never miss fixing their hair on a daily basis.

My poor kids have me. The mom that never fixes her hair. Yep, the sparkly baseball cap is a staple in this Mom's wardrobe! Turkey rolled around a cheese stick and a spoonful of peanut butter is a meal in this house and if you don't think so... check out the zone diet.... poor kids. Swimming constitutes a bath for my kids..... when it gets hot out and in the summer..... using some soap with the hose will suffice if time is short. I am a yeller. The less you listen, the louder the yell. Dare you be brave enough to yell back... I spank... and really friggen hard, so I have heard. Hitting the gym and getting ripped up muscles beats most any and every day shopping at the mall for me and cooking.... PAH-LEASE.... ask around... Ramen is gourmet because I add ice to it, dipping their Hershey candy bar is gourmet because we are dipping it into "natural" peanut butter and when we do our fine dining... it is by candelight in the pool at the table there!! What better view could one have?

Funny thing about it all is, my kids don't complain. They, for whatever reason, don't ever compare their lives to any other kids. They never say they wish for someone elses house and not once have my kids wished for another Mom. Don't get me wrong... I am the meanest mom on the block, at least I have been told this on numerous occasions. Somehow though, at the end of the night, they all still like me. I know, strange.

I can only chalk it up to one thing... I had a great teacher. My Mom has always been there for me. She taught me everything I know and then some, I suppose. She is the reason I am so hot tempered and the reason that I can let things slide. She is the reason I don't take garbage from anyone yet and I will give my last $20.00 out of my wallet to a stranger in need. She raised me to stand up for what I believe in and to never just be a follower. She spanked me, hugged me, slapped me, kissed me, loved me and liked me.. and made me who I am today! For that I am so grateful. Hopefully my kids are getting the same things taught to them! If that is the case, they should be just fine when they grow up!!!

A Wedding Day!

I am not sure what the perfect idea of a wedding is to most. I don't really care. I never cared what anyone thought a wedding should be like when it was my wedding day. There would never be matching this and that for me and there sure as heck would not be stress. That was my perfect day when I married Tommy. It was all about two people who were oblivious to anyone around them and only cared about what was important to us! Simple Perfection!!!!

Today, my sister, Kelly finally got her perfect day. Simple, elegant, happy and beautiful. A true Hawaiian themed wedding for her and the soul mate she finally found.

There was no limo. There was no fancy white dress and there were absolutely no tuxedos. Simply, a beautiful bride, a groom that was shedding tears of happiness long before his bride made it near the isle, two adorable brides maids that love their mother and new step dad, a maid of honor who also cried tears of joy when she watched her mom marry the man she calls, "big daddy," a flower girl that beamed as she dropped rose petals, a very handsome usher and a beautiful one as well, and one sweet little blondie who just got to walk down the isle because he is 3!

It was a perfect day and a perfect way to cap off two peoples friendship that started over 15 years ago. Here's to your new life together! We love you all. Welcome to this crazy thing we call family, Dave!

~E*L*E*V*E*N~

Eleven years ago, I didn't know shit. Seriously. At least when it came to love and relationships. I was a good cop. That I knew. Love and matters of the heart, I thought I was with it.. yeah, right..... I am a person with 6 failed engagements under her belt. What does that tell you? I guess the half full girl in me says that I made awesome decisions and at least I don't have 6 failed marriages right? I just knew I was the hopeless romantic that wanted the fairy tale but I was not about to be a flippen princess, cook or clean and my prince better like a chick in BDU's carrying a gun and cuffs. (And a girl that loved to fight) Finding that boy was harder than it sounded. I was not about to cater to men, demean myself into being the perfect housewife and I sure as heck was not giving up my career to care for a house. I was not that typical girl growing up... dreaming...

I was a super Tomboy growing up. No Barbies here. I was all Tonka trucks, rescue squads, fire trucks and of course, police cars. I played football with the boys, raced and jumped bikes with the boys and even played with the snakes and bugs with the boys. I hated girly stuff. Dresses were for the girls that I would beat up and frilly stuff was meant to put on dolls, which I did not have.

Suffice to say, I was not a girl that ever dreamed about a wedding. I didn't go and oogle the dresses in the windows and I undoubtedly never bought a bride magazine for the future. That was never something that I felt was, "in the cards" for me. Now don't get me wrong. I dated and dated, and dated, but marriage? Me? Nah! Although I became engaged 6 times before I actually got married, I was never intending to marry any of those men. Not because I was using them, the luck in my life during that time was that every single time I thought I had found the right person to marry, the minute I said yes, they changed. I am talking SERIOUS changes.

One guy told me that it was time to quit working for the Sheriff's Office now that we were getting married, because girls just don't do that kind of work (WTF?), one thought that I should pay his bills since I made more money than him (again WTF?) and the last one was a raging-closet alcoholic, until he proposed. Then decided to tell me, after he gave me the ring, that it was not uncommon for him to slam down a 12 pack of beer, every night. SWEET! I was on a roll .... going nowhere fast when it came to men and marriage.

I was actually fine with that though. I had fun. I traveled and really couldn't complain because it wasn't like I couldn't get a date. Then, as things go, I saw him. Like I described last year, I saw Tommy at work and it was purely love at first sight for me. No one on earth mattered to me anymore and I had planned to stop at nothing, to have this man....and when I want something, I ALWAYS GET IT!

Eleven years later, anything and everything we have been through has been worth it. All the sweat, the tears of joy and sadness, pain and happiness, babies and miscarriages, houses and cars and trucks and family fights and death and life and love and loss. 100% of everything is what has made us who we are, where we are, and what we are today.

Suffice to say, Tommy and I have been to hell and back in the past 11 years. We have watched loved ones die, lost a baby, lost a career, gained 3 babies, two new houses, 6 new cars, lost our only dog, gained a new puppy and a kitten, lost friends, gained friends, lost weight and gained muscle, found happiness in the little things and never forgot what was important no matter how good or bad things have gotten. We have agreed to disagree about stupid things, fought over family issues, given in to egos and figured out that in the end, those under your roof are all that matter.

I often tell Tommy that, to this day, when he holds my face in his hands and kisses me, I still get butterflies in my stomach. When he laces his fingers into mine as we walk together, my heart still skips a beat and when he holds me tight and puts his chin on top of my head as he hugs me, right before he leaves for work, I simply melt into him. I whole heartedly love this man for so many more reasons than I could ever possibly list:

*I love that he only wears my favorite cologne (or any at all for that matter) when he and I are together.

*I love that he wears his wedding ring at work.... all the time. (Many men use the old "I might have to jump a fence and my ring could get caught and I could cut my finger off" excuse not to wear it.)

*I love that no matter what the reason for the arguing or fighting or yelling and screaming, Tommy takes my side over the kids and makes them realize that they need to respect us as their parents and the decisions that we make.

*I love that he puts himself last over all the needs of our family. (No matter how small they may be)

*I love that our workouts are a huge priority and we do them together.

*I love that he puts our family above everything, including cleaning the house.

*I love that what everyone else is doing is of absolutely no concern to him.

*I love that he is a realist. He talks about what happens in real life with our kids. He tells them the truth about the bad things we have both seen at work and he never sugar coats things. We talk drugs, DUI's, family fights, dead-beat dads, guns, and real-life because that is what happens all around us, every single day!

*I love that he always works at being a better Dad, Supervisor and husband.

*I love that he has finally learned that I need space and to not make me feel guilty when I want to get away.

*I love that he still gets jealous when other guys notice me.

*I love when he notices me.

*I love that we laugh together about everything.

*I love that we still spoon each other when we fall asleep together.

*I love that, just his touch, sends shivers down my spine.

*I love that, no matter what, he always kisses me good-bye. (Even if he is just going to get a haircut)

*I love that he always kisses me good-morning. (Even at the gym)

*I love that he is not afraid of public displays of affection and is not afraid to offend those that are.

*I love that after 11 years, he is even more attractive to me, than the first time I ever laid eyes on him.

*I love that when he kisses me, he kisses me with all that he has, and it still takes my breath away.

*I love that just last week, when I brought up wanting baby number four, he said, "absolutely, I will have as many babies with you, as you want!"

*I love that he is the only person that knows when I am in severe pain and is always willing to help me in any way humanly possible, to feel even the slightest bit better.

*I love that he is not afraid to cry with me, for me, in front of me or if he is really hurt. (It is usually my fault when he does and in the end, he forgives me for being such a dink!)

*I love that he is not one of those guys that needs to, "go out with the guys," on a weekly basis. He will only go to the ball game or whatever sporting event it may be, if he is taking his family or his kids are playing in it.

*I love that he doesn't need toys like so many men I know.

*I love that he has been patient with me for the past 7 years over my inability to come to terms with my motorcycle accident.

*I love that he is so flippen' handsome in his uniform that he takes my breath away.

*I love that he would give me the world if I asked for it.

*I love that he has forgiven me for all of the stupid things I have done over the course of our marriage.

*I love that he is always thinking about our future and the future of our children.

*I love that he learns from his mistakes and admits them.

*I love that he still believes in good old fashioned spankings and refuses to bargain with any kids to get them to listen.

*I love that he tells me that I am beautiful.

*I love that he knows me so well that he refused to listen to the women who told him, in addition to the presents he got me, he should get me flowers or something else because I would not really like all 11 bottles of deliciousness he got me . Stupid women. I could not even express how proud of this man I was to bring home these awesome presents and the coupons that came with them!!!

I could go on and on but in the end, nothing I can write will describe how much I adore the man I married 11 short years ago. I love this man like it is no ones business. We are polar opposites in some aspects and identical twins in others and I really think this is what makes it all just ease on by for us.

When Tommy and I decided to get married we both agreed that, although marriages take a lot of work to keep them going, WE never ever wanted it to feel like we were working at it. I didn't want us to dread going out to dinner or snuggling together on the couch like it was another job that we hated spending time at. I mean seriously, why be married if that is what it is like. Luckily, we have never fallen into that category and I know that we never will. I love that our marriage is absolutely effortless.


For our big weekend together, Grammie and Grampie Jensen agreed to keep all three crumb-snatchers for us!! (Thank you - Thank you, especially after having two of them Tuesday night and all day Wednesday as a special Diamondbacks treat!!) Most will laugh, but I did a ride a long with Tommy's squad last night. I know it sounds corney but it is what it is in our family and we just make it work with whatever comes. I can not tell you how much laughing and immitating we did, about all the drunks that were being arrested!

Tonight is ours, together, and only ours. To be honest.. I don't care what we do, as long as we do it together.

I Love you more than anything Tommy.

I always have and I always will!