Happy Anniversary

Happy Anniversary

I got my nails done in the color I would have chosen for our wedding, which was supposed to be on December 3. We had already canceled the event because for me, all of the stress of big change in 2019 was enough. I love living with my husband. I love Ella. I love the dogs (except when they pee/poo in the house). But that was enough. It was my limit on the year.

Moving to Saginaw in March, which is north of Fort Worth, from Richardson, north of Dallas, was huge. I’ve never wanted to leave Dallas. My tribe is there. Any kind of shopping is 15 minutes away max. I grew up there and know the area like the back of my hand.

Now I’m in a foreign land with never-ending trains and trucks of all sizes. It feels like I may as well be on the other side of the country. Everything is different. Where’s the cheese grater? Where’s Target? Where can we put some of my special things so I feel I’m part of your established life? 

Now at Thanksgiving, I honestly feel like I’ve finally settled in.

So the wedding was already canceled when we discovered we would actually be in a radiation oncology appointment December 3. 

In hindsight, I’m glad we married during lunch on a random day in April. I had no idea, but in Texas you can common law marry by just going into an office and raising your right hand. No pronouncing anyone Man and Wife. Just signed a paper and went back to work. Now, I realize how much more difficult it would have been to make appointments or get information if I wasn’t a spouse.

But our real anniversary has always been December 3, the day we first got married almost 26 years ago.

December 3, 2019, will be spent in a hospital with my husband who shows no signs of illness. I had to catch my breath when I heard the date. It is not the romantic, nostalgic, special day I was looking forward to. Instead, I will be taking diligent notes as someone explains how he intends to poison my husband in order to heal him. 

All with perfectly taupe nails.

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