The wait for Jon and Kate

So I admit: I had never heard of Jon and Kate Plus 8 until all the tabloid headlines. I'm not a big TV person, and the only thing I ever watched on TLC was Trading Spaces and maybe a few epis of What Not to Wear. But since they've become such a pop culture phenom, I figgered I better tune in. I checked out the season premiere and found it boring except for the drama. I hadn't watched it since, until this big announcement. Yes, boys and girls, Jon and Kate have filed for divorce (as TLC put on the screen in white letters on a black background, like someone died or something).

I found Monday's episode painful to watch. I've been married for seven years, been with the hubby for going on 10, and living with him for nine of those years. I adore him and he me, but marriage can be rough. Throw a kid into the mix, and it puts a strain on even the best marriage. Throw in eight kids in three years...well, I can barely fathom it. So I cringed when they talked about the dissolution of their union. I can't even imagine and hope I never have to. I have to say, I feel for those kids, because they are the ones who are going to suffer. Jon and Kate will move on and meet new people; they will forever be the products of a broken home.

So now they are on hiatus until August. I think that is wise. Honestly, they have a lot of stuff to work out, and I for one don't want to see it. Some things need to be private, even for reality show stars. I hope they -- and all those kids -- come out of this OK. Even though I think Jon and Kate are whores.

Seven years ago today

At this time, I was getting ready to get married. The weather was similar. The time of year was the same. But a lot has changed in seven years:

We sold our condo and bought a house.
M got sick, then he got better.
I got sick, then I got better.
We went to Italy.
We went on three cruises.
We switched jobs (the same week).
We went on numerous nature rides and weekends away.
We thought we were infertile.
We were not infertile and got pregnant.
We had our son.
We survived his first year.
I went back to work.
M started his own business.

Through all this, we have stayed together, prayed together, laughed together, cried together, loved together, (sometimes) hated together -- and always came out on top.

I love you, M. Happy anniversary.