So, I'm starting a fitness class today called Body Sculpt & Burn. Does anything about that title scream, "COME TAKE MY CLASS"? No! It doesn't. I'm scared to death! I'd much rather do the class called Morning Flow Yoga, but this is the only class that fits my schedule. So, on Monday and Friday from now on (at least until the Spring Break Cruise) I am going to go to Body Sculpt & Burn. Yikes! I have been successfully putting it off for several weeks with wonderful excuses. Today, my excuse is that I don't want to be first-day-of-working-out sore right before we go snowboarding tomorrow. Seems like a pretty good excuse to me (and it still may win out. . .I still have an hour before class). However, I am dressed for the class and ready to go so that I have more going in the "YES" column than in the "NO" column when it comes time to walk out the door. Oh boy.
Andy proposed during a curtain call of Me and My Girl , a musical in which he played an old man who went most of his life without telling the woman he loved that he loved her... Twenty-three years ago today Andy asked me to marry him. . . . he was my best friend and I thought he was the love of my life. Should I have said no? I don't know how many times I have now been asked a version of that question in the past couple of years and I cannot count the number of times I have asked myself that question over the past decade, but it is a dumb question with no great answer. If I would have said no 23 years ago, I would have saved myself from so many tears and so much pain, but I would have missed so much laughter and so many exciting firsts and I would be such a different person. . . . Because of this day, 23 years ago, I am who I am and I have so much to be thankful for. Because of this day, 23 years ago, I have five of the best kids on the planet. They are t
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