10 Years Scares Me

This month my husband and I celebrated 10 years of marriage.  I wish this was going to be a mushy post where I say how much I love him and how wonderful marriage is.  I do love him very much and marriage is wonderful, but this post is not about that.  I know I should be whole-heartedly celebrating, but there's something in the back of my mind that keeps saying, "The best years are behind you."  I have heard of a lot of marriages that make it to 10 years.  It's after that that things seem to fall apart.  Whether it's an affair, financial problems, or just growing apart, people get divorced.  I am trying to work through that fear as we speak.  I don't fear that my husband will have an affair or that we'll have financial problems or that we'll grow apart.  I know our relationship is strong and we are both committed to working through any problems that might creep up.  This fear is simply an unsubstantiated attack.  An attack by the Evil One.  So, I'm trying to use a technique that a friend taught me at MOPS(Mothers of Preschoolers).  Replace fear with truth.  Here goes:

My husband and I love each other very much.
We both agreed when we got married(and still do) that "divorce" is not in our vocabulary.
Our children have added to the joy that we have in our lives.
We can work through anything with God's help.

Dear Lord,
Thank you for bringing my husband and I together.  I would not be whole without him.  As I look back, I can see how you led us to each other and prepared my heart to meet him.  Thank you for using our circumstances to bring us closer together through the last 10 years and for being with us as we have made this journey together.  Your constant reminder that only you can meet all my needs has made me a better wife.  Thank you for the many blessings you have given us, especially our kids.  I could not have picked a better father for them.  Please continue to be with us, grow us, and bless us for the next 10 years too. 
In Jesus Name, Amen.

Happy Tooth Day!

Sissy lost her first tooth last night. It took her a while to loose a tooth so the whole family was excited for her. Precious threw her a loosing-your-first-tooth party complete with a happy tooth day card. All the important people were in attendance. Doggy, Kitty, and Bunny all cleared their schedules to attend. Sissy thought she was big stuff. Good thing the tooth fairy remembered to come.


Speaking of tooth fairy, Precious figured out last night that if Santa wasn't real, then the tooth fairy probably wasn't either. She could barely contain herself as we went to bed last night. Hopefully she can keep her mouth shut long enough for Sissy to have some fun with it.