This morning my cute hubby was trying his best to ignore the incessant beep of the alarm.  Somewhere in the house I could hear the sounds of my two oldest children talking.  I snuggled up closer to Hubby and wrapped me arms around his waste.  At that moment I was thinking about how much I adore my husband and  how thankful I am to have him in my life.  I am thankful for the good things he brings to my life.  Ten days from now we will celebrate our 18th anniversary.  We both have wrinkles and scars now that weren't there 18 years ago.  He is starting to get gray hairs at his temple and I find a few in my part line whenever I care to look.  Overall I feel so thankful, happy and content.  Part of me forgets that there was ever a difficult period.  I hope when people look at us the only see a happy couple who is very much in love after almost two decades together.  I hope they don't see the scars.