8 Years

We've been married eight years today.

Eight years ago we could have never guessed what we had in store.

Michael, we've weathered some pretty serious storms together. We've had the death of my grandmother. We've had several trips to the emergency room with our kids. A scare early on in my pregnancy. Some health issues, a few surgeries. Then there's October 6, 2005. Hopefully that is the toughest thing we will ever have to face.

But, if it's not. I know we'll be OK.

Rain or shine we'll make it together.

It's not that hard to find someone with which to share the warmth of the sun. There is nothing like sitting and holding some one's hand while you feel the warm glow of the sun on your face, when everything seems right with the world.

It is much harder to find someone to hold your hand in the stormy times. When the rain starts coming down most people run for shelter. With diabetes you never know when it's going to start to pour.

Whenever the rain starts to pour down I look around to see you standing right next to me. Sometimes you shelter me like an umbrella while you get drenched. Other times we're both standing there cold, wet, and exhausted.

Any one's life is going to have some rain. How you handle it makes all the difference. We've cried in the rain. We've laughed in the rain. Sometimes we've danced in the rain because we didn't know what else to do.

Michael, thank you for dancing in the rain with me. I wouldn't have wanted to share this journey with anyone else.