Anniversaries, Wild Hairs and Tattoos
August 3, 1984... That's the day I got married. In 1984, August 3, was on a Friday. We were in Asheville, NC. Friends and family were with us, celebrating what we thought would be a lifetime adventure. August 3, 2014... Here we are 30 years later... yes, that's right, THIRTY YEARS of marriage would have been celebrated today. Instead, I am sitting on a screened porch at a house I am renting... alone while I write this post. J is at our house with all of our kids and he will be going golfing in a couple of hours (so says my son). We are separated and doing separate things. I will be headed to the beach this afternoon. Was that intentional? You bet!! Last year on August 3, I was at Fripp Island with a good friend and 3 of my kids. K and J and J It was also one year ago today that I went and got myself a tattoo! YES, I DID! In fact, my friend and daughter got tatts as well.We were sitting on the beach; we had been out in the sun for a few hours and we may ...