This blog is not for the light-hearted or easily offended. If either one of those descriptions applies to you, i would suggest you start drinking before you read this blog. A sense of humor is suggested. If you don't have one that sucks for you … find one and get a life!
Today is our 25th wedding anniversary and personally, I’m amazed that you’ve stuck around this long. Although I know that you like to celebrate the anniversary of the day we actually met (in a bar in New York City while he was at a bachelor party) or the day we had our first date (also another memorable evening) the truth is that we were actually married on March 28, 1987.
Of course I’ll never forget it, mostly because you went golfing with all your buddies and got so sunburned that you had a raccoon tan in EVERY ONE OF OUR WEDDING PICTURES. Also because we got married and I have that awesome picture of me and my dad (miss you dad!)
The rehearsal dinner was a crazy affair and the wedding and after party even more so. Of course, the 19-hour flight to Hawaii was memorable in that we were so punch drunk that everything seemed funny.
So Kevin, 25 years and 3 kids later, we’re still together and we owe it all to you. WHY? Because Kevin, you accept me for whom I am, for better or worse (not too much sickness and health because I don’t get sick so much).
You make me a better person because you are the FIRST person who really made me feel that it was ok to be me in all my FUCKED UP GLORY. You were there through the horrible deaths of my parents, the trauma of Daniels diagnosis and Keely’s ongoing medical issue.
You’ve always been supportive in my somewhat unorthodox approach to raising kids and looking at life. Knowing that you were always on my six (no I’m not a pilot) made me a better and stronger person. You’ve put up with more than a few crazy obsessions.
I know it hasn’t always been easy married to a bi-polar, mood swinging, you never know what you get gal but you have handled it with grace. We have SOOOOO MUCH FUN together because you laugh along with the silliness. I know I have mortified you more than once when you worked at Hercules and now with this crazy blog.
You allowed me time to pursue my artistic tendencies and have time to myself. Although you RUIN every single painting I paint by telling me what you see and destroying my abstract ideas, you have always been supportive.
Through swim meets and field hockey and football and lacrosse you have been a supportive dad. I think you know that your kids adore you (see 100 reasons why we love dad for proof of that) and so do I. You are our rock and that remains as true today as the day we met.
So I wanted to say THANK YOU. THANK YOU for being you and allowing me to be me. THANK YOU for creating these three kids who are each true individuals with large personalities. THANK YOU for working your ass off for your family. THANK YOU for staying true to who you. THANK YOU for not dumping me although I’m no doubt more trouble than I’m worth. THANK YOU for loving me.
Kevin T. MacDonald, I love you and hope that you have as much happiness in your next marriage (since I’m sure to perish soon and I don’t want you to be alone!) as you have in this one. I mean, you are happy right? RIGHT???? (hahaha…just kidding)
Me aka Lynn aka your sorta loving but a little self-absorbed and self-centered and possibly narcissistic wife.