Not a Bus Strike or brain cancer can keep Wash and myself from our Civic duty to VOTE.
If I don't participate in the Electoral process, how can I even think to voice outrage or support?
In other news, I have awesome friends. Some girl friends got together to get me a nice tea brewing set inside the mug (with lid!) AND- they got me motherfrakking compostable tea for it! This is how I know they know and love me; not only the tea, but they know I love gardening and got me tea that would serve me well after I drank it. I am in love with my MFCoAW.
Also, some friends of ours (Roseanna, Hi!) sent us the coolest gift set; soaps from the oldest apathocary shop in the US! Wash got a set of soaps that former Presidents used! (scent wise, not a old used bar.) So, he can now smell like Washington, Ike, or Kennedy! I am fascinated by the history of it, and the scents are really nice too! Wash is adoring the idea that he smells like a former President.
We are both excited for tomorrow. 3 years married. Considering everything we have overcome together, I think it is amazing. Some days I feel like we have packed 3 decades into 3 years, then again, we have to.
Wash is getting some help in the afternoon to make dinner for us. I'm still hoping for some cool things in the mail for him, and still hoping on the off chance he will get a "Firefly" type congrats. A big part of why he has fought against this cancer (that he really can't "beat") has been for me. Much like everything that I do for him, for his smile, for a memory he can remember; he has fought to stay alive in part, for me.
He sees something so special and good in me, he has fought death to stay by my side this long.
I think that is a pretty special gift for any day, let alone our anniversary.
I'm a very lucky person, even on the bad days. I have still had 4 years together, 3 years married with the love of my life. With the other half of my soul. The person who resonates so deep within me that I will go through hell and back to have him even for one more day.
Frak brain cancer.
Frak chemo side effects.
Frak doctors who don't think he is worth "saving".
Frak insurance companies that think he is too expensive to keep alive.
Frak the drama.
Frak the bad nights and bad mornings.
Frak the tears.
For 3 years I have had the honor to be married to the person I love more than myself.
For 4 years I have known the man who changed me, and believes in me, and loves me.
It is bittersweet, but I am happy and thankful for every memory- happy or painful.
Happy almost Pi day, indeed.