Thanks for asking after me. Today was my un-anniversary, and I actually had a pretty decent time and didn't think about it much. My children's godparents and I snuck into an apartment pool this evening (how trashy is that?) and sat around drinking red wine and bourbon (separately--not mixed) while the kids swam. I wish my H had been there to hear DD3 say "I love you" 500 times to her godfather. Maybe he's right in thinking he's irreplaceable, with his four hours a month of visitation--and maybe he isn't.
