I am weirdish about numbers…I have some favorites that seem to carry a lot of meaning in my life and that have a way of popping up all over the place for me at times when I need to step back and take a moment to smile and realize that I am not alone. It’s just the way that I am and always have been.
One of my numbers is 8. I love the number 8. I love that there is no beginning or end to the shape of it, just like the symbol for infinity. Yesterday my husband and I celebrated 8 years of marriage. What an amazing 8 years it has been for us. Because of a tight budget and the fact that we’ll be getting a new car soon, we decided we would not spend any money on gifts for each other this year and that we would just go out for a low-key dinner together. My mom came over to babysit and we headed out for dinner. As we were driving, Robert asked me what was sitting in the cup holders between us. I looked down and there was a piece of white paper folded into an envelope. I opened it up and he had made me a card that said: