My post this month is short. Why? I'm celebrating.
In July, my husband and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary. I met my husband in November of 1999—just before the over-hyped Y2K crisis date—while hiking with the Appalachian Mountain Club along the NJ-NY border. I literally tripped over him when he bent to pick up a pinecone at the same time as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. I fell head over heels in love.
In August, I celebrate a birthday. I'm not going to tell you exactly how old I will be, only that I was born at the tail end of the baby boom. And in September, my husband celebrates his birthday. For one month, he's a year younger than I am. Cradle robber, that's me.
Three month's of celebration. Ain't life grand?
A quick update for anyone who read my post last month, Waiting—So Hard to Do. We couldn't negotiate a deal on the house we wanted, so the hunt is back on.
Hope you're having a wonderful summer and celebrating life.
What are you celebrating this month?