52 weeks ago we were getting ready for a big party to celebrate our 10 year anniversary. Today, we are going away for the weekend to celebrate the 11th, tomorrow.
I am better now, but I was in a lousy mood most of the day. Work things, related to the camp and a little email mixup which showed me just how appreciated I was by at least one person there, made a reappearance. Thinking about last year's party-- how happy we were, how I didn't drink much because I *might have been* pregnant, how everyone was admiring my new ring-- JD's present, to replace the tiny little band that served as my engagement ring because we were poooooooooooor... I have now had this ring for only a couple of hours shy of a year. Not the year we envisioned it to be that day 52 weeks ago. Thinking of Snickollet, and how different her life is than a year ago, than she hoped for a year ago... Time is not kind. It stops for no one. All I can hope for today is that it will also be a good thing, that its march will bring with it good things.
I think I can leave these thoughts behind as the car starts rolling. I am looking forward to the weekend, and I will try to enjoy it on its own terms. At least that's the plan.