10 Year Anniversary

October 25, 2011

My Dear Ian,

For 10 years you have been my husband, my lover, my companion, my best friend. My Soul Mate...

It never fails to amaze me how you still look at me with love in your eyes. The same exact look you have on exactly 10 years ago today. As if time never passes.

You have put up with my craziness, moodiness, bitchiness. You have seen me in my happiest and my saddest. You have shared my joy as well as my despair.

You have seen me through the pain of gaining loved ones (4 of them!) and the pain of losing one.

It amazes me how you are always sad when I'm sad, happy when I'm happy, mad when I'm mad. And that my happiness means the world to you. I only have to say that I want something and you go out of your way to make sure I get it... whatever it is.

The things you do to endear yourself to me.. Countless breakfast in bed, the fact that no matter how tired you are you still give me massages at the end of a long day if I need them, little things you gifted me as proof that you think about me all the time as you always profess, and most importantly how you always look after the children so that I can enjoy my alone time doing what I love.

I am so proud to have been able to call myself your wife this past decade and I feel so extremely blessed to have a most wonderful, loving, caring, attentive husband such as yourself.

I pray to God to give us many more decades and time to grow old together surrounded by grandchildren in our beach house in Malibu. :)

I love you, my Husband. Always have, always will...

Happy Birthday to Me...

I'm a year 'younger' today... I'm not really a big fan of birthdays... sure I love the presents and the attention (God know I LOVE attention), but every time that time of the year comes I'm dreading the further loss of my youth... the increasing number of my wrinkles (although my husband's been reassuring me that I had none... yeah right! as if!)... another year towards my children's time to leave me for college (I know, I know, not for another 12 years, but still...). I really hate growing up and I'm in total denial. I still feel like a 17 year old and I refuse to go any further.
What I didn't realize is that as you get older, life gets richer... You get wiser and more sure of your place in this world. You're done with the painful and embarrassing process of finding yourself. For me personally, I've found who I am and my (expensive) sense of style in my early twenties back in L.A. Although there are (lots!) of time when I wanted to turn back time and go back to my younger self, I don't really regret growing older (most of the time), because I think where I got to and the me of this moment is totally awesome. I love me (maybe a little too much! :)) and I realized that maybe growing older is not too bad after all...