It is so hard for me to believe that I have been married for thirty years. It isn't that I ever doubted that I wanted to live with the man I married, but rather that I grew up having absolutely no desire to get married. My parents were just reminiscing that I had very little interest in playing with dolls. My Barbie collection, which is quite vintage and includes a Barbie that has wigs, from before she had unchangeable hair. I also had no desire to incorporate Ken or anybody else into the equation. I come from an intact family, and while I lost my brother at a very young age, this predates that trauma. So it still surprises me deep inside that I am actually married, and I have been doing it more than half of my life. And this is the first anniversary that we are grandparents. Something I am still adjusting to, but she is a beautiful baby, yet another thing I never thought I would see.
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