Or maybe I should start with a story from my past. Yes--let's start there. When I was a little girl I played house all day long. When I was about 5 years old, I was playing house when my mother walked in and noticed that I had 8 babies. "My goodness, Anne," she said, "how do you suppose you are going to take care of all those babies?" "I will stay at home with them and my wife will work," I replied. My mother walked out of the room and came back in and explained to me that I was a girl and that I would not have a wife--I would have a husband. The next day I was playing house. My mother walked in and I was with all 8 of my children in a sheet tent. My husband was dead, leaving me with our 8 adopted children, and hell if I was going to remarry if it meant I had to have another husband.
Thank goodness I followed my heart and found me a good wife!
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