Halfway to 90.

I was born on October 9, 1961, in the small Tennessee town of Waverly. The youngest of four. In just a few days I will be 45. As I am doing my Alanon recovery process, I have learned some interesting things about myself. I am so thankful and grateful to be here, in this place, with my history, my choices and my life. I realize everyday the importance of still being a family. My children realize the importance of truth, love, being steadfast, patient and understanding. A few years ago, when life was pretty difficult, my husband sent me a poem he had written about us. The line that really sticks in my heart and mind was, "I want to grow old with you, to dance at our children's weddings, to see the world, to touch the bluest water and hold hands in the rocking chairs on our front porch." I have saved this poem for many years. I have pulled it out and read again and again, reclaiming our devotion for one another. I cherish our years. I don't regret. I realize this man was placed on the sidewalk, some 23 years ago, it was instant, it was real. I don't know how long I will live to be. I have no idea how much time is left for either of us, I am just glad to be here, now, loved and still in love.