My Bipolar Life

Most days it can be pretty easy to feel sorry for yourself.  Pity parties are the easiest parties to plan and attend.  Until a day like today when tragedy strikes somewhere in the world.  I think everyone feels empathy for those in Oklahoma today. As sad as I am for those in Oklahoma, I am so grateful that I have even one more day to hug my kids tight and I did just that today.  I told them that they make me proud.  I ate an ice cream cone because it was a nice day and it made Ella happy.  I told everyone who would listen Billy's ACT score.  I lived life to the fullest.  In the face of tragedy, I chose to live and live large.  I chose to be grateful.  I chose to thank God for all I have.  I chose to pray for those who lost life, property, memories or anything else.  I hope for speedy rebuilding of their homes. So next time you are planning a pity party, remember another person's tragedy and think about the fact that maybe your situation isn't all that bad.  Look around

Last week marked 20 years that I have been with my husband, over half my life.  It is amazing to me that is has been that long.  No, not because it has been all candy and flowers but because we were so young when we met that the odds were against us.  I was 19 and he was 20 when we began dating.  Quite honestly, neither of us know anything about adulthood then, yet we have somehow figured it all out along the way.  It hasn't been easy and it definately hasn't been luck, just good old-fashioned hardwork, love and commitment. One reason that we have stayed married it that when one of us felt defeated, the other always did their best to lift the other one up.  We both put the other one before ourselves. It is never a competition, score is not kept.  We believe that marriage is forever and we treat our marriage as such.  If we are going to be together forever, we might as well make it good. Another reason is that we stay friends.  We laugh at or with each other everyday.  The