Today would be my FOURTEENTH wedding anniversary to another man.
I rarely, if ever, think about it. Most 4th of July holiday weekends come and go without me even remembering this fact.
But last night, I remembered.
I remembered as I looked across the couch at my Hubby, the father of our three children. Who cares about me, who cares about his family, his friends, his community, more than any man I know.
I remembered as I looked through pictures from this long holiday weekend. Pictures of my family, pictures of Hubby's family. Pictures of our family.
And I smiled.
I am right where I am supposed to be.