...And he did a great job. 8 years. Wow.
We celebrated last weekend due to the impending birth of our daughter. (Our anniversary was yesterday, the 29th). Peter stayed with Grandma and Grandpa Jackson and Vic took me out for a delicious dinner at the Copper Onion in downtown SLC. Afterward, we walked around Memory Grove--absolutely beautiful. We got to spend a lot of time in the ginormous jetted tub in our room at the Anniversary Inn (it was amazing to feel weightless), and enjoyed breakfast brought to our room.
The morning after our stay at the Inn, we went to the temple in Salt Lake and performed sealings. We ended the day with a picnic at the cemetery with Lucy and Peter.
We've decided to start celebrating our anniversary either on June 30th (the day we first met) or July 10th (our first date). There is just too much going on in May. I was crying for Lucy half the time we were away, and happy to be cuddling with my wonderful husband the other half of the time.
Now we are in the final days of this pregnancy and I can see how stressed Vic is getting. Money, taking care of a growing family, grieving. I wish I could wave a wand for him.
We were commenting yesterday that sometimes we feel like such an old couple with all that we have been through in 8 short years. Lucy has been gone for 4 of those years--half of our marriage.
The best gift we got for our anniversary was a letter this morning from the recipient of Lucy's liver. I am still processing it all and will have to share more later.
Luz Y Amor.