Good Morning, all.

Well, I re-read what I wrote above. Gotta clear up one thing. When I said I'm a bad mother, what I meant and what I actually said was, "I'm one bad m-u-t-h-e-r. No one is going to mess with me or my family and get away with it. " I then proceeded to tell him I realized that I didn't "need" him; that I can stand up for myself in any situation, but that I do love him and want him very much. Like I said above, there was a certain amount of -- I guess, respect, you could say, coming from him for what I'd done.

But on a more pleasant subject, like I said, our anniversary (Friday the 5th), was great. H put on our anniversary song and we danced in the motorhome. H hates to dance. He can't dance. I love to dance. So he danced with me because he knows I love it and he wants to make me happy. While we were dancing he said, "Pretty bad, huh?" I told him, as I've told him many times over the years, "It's not how well you dance. It's just great to be held close and sway with the music. It's just that you do something that you don't feel comfortable doing because you know I love doing it. I know you're doing it just because you love me."

We took a long walk on the beach and talked only about happy things. We looked at some of our wedding pictures. We talked about all the funny things that happened the day we got married. Our best friends took us out to dinner (left all kids behind). I didn't even obsess (on that day) about the fact that his XOW lives only 3-4 miles from where we were staying, and probably on 2 miles from where we had our anniversary dinner. Went back to the campground and sat around the campfire with friends and family, laughing and having a great time. We decided against making love on the beach for the reasons stated above. Much more fun in our own bed with music playing and soft lights. (Kids all sleep in a tent outside with all their friends, so we were free to be as creative as we wanted [Big Grin] . It was lovely.

No more bad talks for the rest of the time we were there. Just hand-holding, hugs, kisses, talking about all our wonderful memories. 6 weeks ago when we were there I rated the trip as a 7 on a scale of 1-10. This last week was probably an 8.5, even counting the confrontation with XOW -- actually, that probably kicked up the rating a little. I ROCK!!

Gotta go for now. I've already written two books here. Love to all, Matilda