Good To Know

Terrible pic of me but great one of Tim.

One of our friends from over twenty five years back (during my Johnny Pizza days) commented on this picture and wrote "Tim looks like a state senator!"

Tim ( totally not on social media) first chuckled, then replied after I read him the comment..."Why not a United States Senator?"

That's how far he, and I, have come in the past ten years.

We have confidence in ourselves...and each other, once again.

 There was a time, when two days alone with each other in a car would have been vehicular homicide, without an actual wreck.

We drove from Orlando, to Hiawassee, Georgia and back again in thirty eight hours, and had a pretty great time together.
It's good to know we still can.

We went to a wedding of the daughter of the best man at our own wedding and his wife, who served at our reception... almost thirty years ago.

They both look better than they even did three decades ago.

Their daughter was radiant.



She was the perfect epitome of a beautiful bride...inside and out.


We laughed together and genuinely enjoyed being with each other. The wedding was awesome, literally on the banks of the Hiawassee River, with drinks and dinner afterward at the River Retreat.

Life is truly a long and winding road.

We stopped on our way back to Orlando to have lunch with our son who still lives in Georgia and pick up my lawn tools from our old house we are renting.

It was only for an hour, but made my weekend.

Six hours later, we were back on the Florida Turnpike as it began to get dark.

We both agreed it was a much needed "us" trip.
It was short but sweet.

I've come a long way.

We've come a long way.

It's good to know we can still enjoy being with each other, especially after a few (not too good) years with an unexpected detour.

I want to be that couple behind us one day.

I think we will be and and that's good to know.

Til next time...COTTON

For Better Or Worse

Number one: why did anyone ever think it was okay to allow guys to wear Daisy Dukes length shorts and number two: why do I always look like a Tom Boy?

This pic was taken while on our honeymoon. California, in September of 1990.

This one was taken in 1991 while we were in Jamaica. Zachary was the end result of this trip, nine months later.

Extremely fitting, especially if you know Zachary.

All three of our kids are as different from each other as their parents are from each other.

Always looking in different directions.

Always.

Our oldest is now thirty two and our youngest just turned twenty three.

Every time I think about my kids, and how amazing they are doing now,  makes me realize what an advantage our marriage has been to them.

They always had the same momma and daddy, who both lived with them, every day and year of the way. 

They were always provided with a comfortable home and later uncomfortable times were made as pleasant as possible.

#yourparentswereloved

So our twenty eighth wedding anniversary is tomorrow.

We have lived together for thirty years.

It has been a trip and a half, but would do it again in a heartbeat.

Throughout  our marriage, we were rewarded with three incredible kids and the most loving family ever.

Yeah, we're gonna call this marriage a success.

Happy Anniversary, Jed aka Timbo!

Love, your crazy wife

(This picture still makes me laugh out loud)

We're Old School

We are night and day.

 He's tall and heavy, I'm short and skinny. I talk a mile a minute, he rarely talks at all. I want it done immediately, he tends to get around to it (after I hound him).

It's a seemingly match made in heaven which has been hell on earth for the past decade, but just as suddenly is back on track.

Glad we both stuck it out.

Tim's a private person.

Me, I'm a put it all out there kind of gal.

Lately, I've been asking (dragging) Tim to get involved in my blogging. He'll be on the bed behind me two feet away, doing work on his lap top. I'll finish a blog, tell him what it's about and ask him what song would tie the story together. He has been spot on...every time.

So today is our twenty seventh wedding anniversary.

He was once again working on his lap top this afternoon (after getting home from work) as I pecked away on the keys of my PC. I asked him to come up with a song for my (our) anniversary post.


He'd pick one song, then change his mind and pick another. He went through about eight or nine songs, then suddenly said to me "Pull up Peter Frampton."

This is the song and version he chose...Peter is now our age in this video as well but still has it going on, just like us.

Loved it!

Tim asked me to move in with him after about our third date.

I did, a couple of months later.

He asked me to marry him after three months of dating.

I did, two years later.

Then we popped out two kids to add to our mix.

For twenty years it was nothing but above, beyond...and on to infinity!



Then the bottom dropped of our life. We were both suddenly out of work but the bills kept coming.

People close to us and from far away and even people we didn't know came to our rescue.


At times I felt like running away and am sure he did too...but we didn't. We were in it to win it.

We've survived...and thrived.


I left Tim a letter last night on the kitchen counter for our anniversary before going to bed. Part of it read "I know the thrill is gone, but is still simmering and will boil again."

If you say "I do"  to a person, you better mean it.

I did and I do.


Happy Anniversary to my co pilot in this ride called life.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Our life together has been all over the charts. Life is a journey, and ours has taken many detours.


If you never have bad times, how do you know when times are good?

It took ten years but we've turned the corner...together.

That's what you do, when you say "I do."

Till next time...COTTON