Once a upon a time, not so long ago, a man and a woman decided to take their 3 children with them to help a friend build his home. The children and all the camping supplies were shoehorned into the beloved Amigo.



Along the way they read aloud from Lord of the Rings, listened to country radio and played the license plate game. Food was thrown to the children on a regular basis. The parents mediated the arguments and complaints coming from the backseat.



As they arrived in the typically hot and dry countryside, rain began to fall in sheets of icy coldness. At the campsite, the man and woman discussed their options. Given the falling darkness, they decided to put up the tent in the rain. The brand new tent. Soon they were ready to try it out. The woman crawled inside to hold the roof up while the man completed work on the tent poles. For one blessed moment the tent was erect. Without warning, it collapsed on the woman and she fell to the ground.



As the man struggled to uncover the woman, he heard her laughing. He began to laugh. Soon both were standing in the rain, laughing until their sides hurt.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Then and Now

The Pirate and I have been together since 1995 and married since 2001. Every one of those 15 years has been something to treasure. The last few however have taxed our patience and tested our endurance. Illness, choices which turned out to be bad choices, and the economy have made getting by a struggle. Hanging on by your fingertips gets real old, real fast. I tend to pull into myself and try to grimly ride out the storm which makes relationships difficult.
Now we are on the verge of having things improve just a bit. It is exciting. It is scary.
I want us to go back to laughing in the rain.
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