It's 3:15 p.m. Lauren just went down for a nap. Samuel will be up any minute.
Ryan will be home at 4:30 to take me out to dinner for our anniversary. Samuel is staying overnight at Gpa and Gma's house. Lauren is being cared for by our friends while we are at dinner.
I am standing in front of the mirror remembering nine years ago today. I was in a beautiful white dress. My hair had been styled by a professional. My sister had applied my make-up. I was wearing pearls. My grandmother's hanky was in my hand. I had prepared, prepped, groomed, styled, and shopped for this day.
Nine years later I am in my bathroom. I have 30 min max to get ready before Samuel wakes up. I showered earlier - thank goodness. I hadn't brushed my teeth all day. I can see the bags under my eyes. My hands are bleeding because my skin continues to be dry and cracked from all the handwashing that makes up my day. My shirt smells like spit up. I didn't have time to blow-dry my hair this morning so it hangs limply. My eyes sting because they are so tired from days that end too late and start too early. My hips are wider and my tummy is rounder.
Curling iron. Jewelry. Clean shirt. Perfume to cover up the spit up. Cover up to mask the bags. Crest to make conversation over dinner bearable. Lotion. Eye drops.
I have changed a lot in the past nine years - physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Praise the Lord Ryan has walked alongside me every step of the way.
Happy Anniversary sweetheart.