Seven Year Itch
This April, Bob and I will be married seven years. One of my favorite things about being married seven years and having a ten and eleven year old is the math people try to do their head when I tell them the numbers that don't classically add up. It's comical. Seven years. People talk about the seven year itch. There is even a movie dedicated to the topic. Ugh. I mentioned recently to a friend this weekend, that almost seven years later, it's keeps getting better with Bob. She responded "That's the way it's supposed to be." It made me realize that I didn't totally get that at face value. Truth is, this is right about the time that my first marriage failed. I'll spare you details because frankly, it's not that interesting and not my favorite topic. But, in that case, everything became hard, so when I realized that this time around, things keep getting better, I thought this was worthy of a blog. Looki...