On May 13th, 2002 Arnold and I got up bright and early in the morning and took the light rail to Portland's downtown courthouse. We were the epitome of poor but happy as sat with morning commuters that bright Wednesday. That morning we promised to stay together until death do us part. I was 22 years old and didn't have the good sense to be scared. This is both my greatest strength and my fatal flaw: my total inability to not follow my heart.
Eight years later we've had some incredible ups and downs many of which I've shared on this blog. However this past year has been the most up/down of them all. It's brought us the incredible frustration of filing the adoption paperwork and the unforgettable joy of celebrating the day we received Elian's first picture. The unimaginable love and amazement we felt the day we met our baby boy and the heartbreak of watching him suffer through the separation from his foster family. These first months home as a family have been both better than our wildest dreams and more difficult than I could've ever imagined. Eight years ago sitting on that swaying train I never in a million years would've imagined where life would take us but I'm glad that I at least had the common sense to choose my husband well. Without Arnold I would surely not have made it through this last year. He has carried far more than his fair share of our trials and stitched up the pieces when I've frayed at the seams. He has forgiven a multiple of sins and encouraged me when I've been bereft of hope. He has proved his mettle time and again to love me in good times and bad and I'm so blessed to be his wife.