10 years...

Our friend, Dave, saying such wonderful words on our day.

Tomorrow would have been 10 years. 10 years married to my best friend. 10 years of joy, pain, love, arguments, children, stress, laughter, tears and more. But those 10 years never came. Those 10 years ended at 8 years 3 months 24 days.

BUT I can still hear his voice. I can still see him walk through the door. We were at the park a few months ago with the gym kids doing an exhibition and as I walked through the crowd down the grassy hill, I thought about how much I wanted him to come through the crowd and walk towards me. Knowing him, he'd have rolled his eyes at the crowd and grumbled about the heat but he would have shown up. He'd have shown up for Marley and Presley. He'd have shown up for me.

On our wedding night, neither one of us ate much at the reception, so afterwards we walked around Old Sacramento for about 30 minutes looking for food but nothing was open, so we went to the hotel, changed into sweats and ordered pizza. That was the first of many many anniversary pizza nights. So, tomorrow, the girls and I, will go enjoy a pizza for Neil. To celebrate the man who made me a wife 10 years ago.

Happy Anniversary, Neil.