Last Sunday night Sam and I celebrated our eleventh anniversary. Cheers because marriage is difficult, to say the least and a second marriage, stats say is nearly impossible. But we're here, in tact and breathing. This one isn't necessarily a grand number on the scale of anniversaries, but for us it symbolizes so much. I like to think of each mini-milestone as a behind the scenes success, leading up to opening night. Like the stage crew of a production that works tirelessly on the details of the lighting, the backdrop, the sound, the timing. The timing. THE TIMING.
Daily, we place one foot in front of the other, gaining momentum on our future and on the eventual generational blessings for our children. This is for real. And to let the Director orchestrate each act is the key, I believe. So much good to be had here.
Eleven may seem insignificant intially, but it is great when placed in front of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten. And we will take all the days because rehearsal is what opens the curtains and allows the show to go on.
Backstage, our daughter taking a pic of Sam and me taking a selfie.
Daily, we place one foot in front of the other, gaining momentum on our future and on the eventual generational blessings for our children. This is for real. And to let the Director orchestrate each act is the key, I believe. So much good to be had here.
Eleven may seem insignificant intially, but it is great when placed in front of one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten. And we will take all the days because rehearsal is what opens the curtains and allows the show to go on.
Backstage, our daughter taking a pic of Sam and me taking a selfie.
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