It is the eve of Lucky Number Seven. It seems like it wasn’t that long ago that I was trying to figure out exactly how a person can be so certain that another person is “right.”
And yet today, seven years after we were married, I sat across a table from MQD and laughed. And I looked at him and I thought simply, “We’re gonna make it.”
We went to lunch today. We had a cocktail at the bar where we tend to end up. I wore my wedding dress because I like to get it out every year for our anniversary date. We did the things that we always do. Because we have at long last been together long enough to have things that we always do.
Good grief, I love this man. After seven years, that’s all I’ve got. I just do. No need to elaborate on it, really. Because he knows. And I have never felt so sure of anything.
It feels good to do the things you always do. I’ve got big plans to keep on loving this man. And maybe, just maybe I will write again soon. It was a thing I always did once.
Excitement on the side 
You are so dang inspiring Kelly! I want what you have! Congrats to you both and thanks for serving it up with so much honesty, pizzaz and humor!
So nice to read your stories again. And lovely to know that you folks are doing well. Hope you will continue writing.
Happy 7! Just thinking about how all the great ones have gone away (even as it’s been almost two months since I last wrote) and boom! Into my mailbox popped three favorite blogtastic writers. It’s a sign. Of spring, and inspiring (see what I did there?) Time for us all to get back to writing… but first, cheers to you!
Yes, yes, time to get back to writing. Thank you so much for taking the time to say hello!!