I got married today. Well, not exactly today. It was Friday, June 2. But the year was 1989 - 17 years ago. "Amazing", people say. "Good for you", they comment. "You must have picked the right one", the add. Amazing? Yes. Good for me? I'll admit it. But it has nothing to do with picking the right one, really. It's not because I found the perfect boy, and it's certainly not because he found the perfect girl. It might sound a little unromantic, but there never really is a 'right one' floating around out there waiting in the cosmos for the other 'right one' to crash and connect. There may be 'better ones'; there may be 'more easily compatible' or something or other. But the real story is you start becoming the right one the moment you vow that "you do". When I married, I had been 20 for a whole 33 days, we had just completed a 2-year long-distance realtionship and HE was five years older tha...
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And I can sooo identify with the sound thing. I think with Claire's deafness, it has somehow made me more hypersensitive to sounds and protective of our hearing. The boys have these airsoft guns and the clicking makes me crazy! Must be done outside. Of course it may be making me nuts when I hear it inside because that could mean I will be finding holes in my lampshades and bb's embedded in the soles of my feet...AGAIN!
-Charlene
More likely though, was that she was quoting Adam Savage from the Mythbusters on Discovery, not Dr. Phil.