We went to Grapefest earlier today.  It is a rather large "street party" held in Grapevine, Texas every fall and is held on Main Street with wine tastings and little shops set up in the middle of the street.  They block off about a mile of Main street and people just walk up and down looking.  They have live bands - it is very fun.

We took Magpie but she is our daughter and can only handle having to "sit" in a stoller for so long so we called on Grandmommy and Papaw after about 3 hours to keep her so we could peruse GrapeFest some more.  They live in Grapevine so it was only a couple minutes drive to their house to drop Magpie off so she could run around and not be strapped into a stroller.

When Mr. H and I got back out to GrapeFest and were walking around I was reminded of exactly why I like being married to this man.  As we were moving through the crowds we were hand in hand.  When he had to move through the crowd ahead of me he didn't let go of my hand and guided me through the crowd.  At other times I went first and Mr. H put his hand on the small of my back as I moved through the throngs of people first as if to say "I'm still here".  With his hand on my back he was still guiding me through this life.  How safe and secure this made me feel - to walk through this life knowing that someone was behind you backing you up all the way and that even if you got lost this person would still be there behind you, guiding you.

We will be married 10 yrs next month and have been together 12 yrs.  The whole time we were walking around I kept thinking of just how lucky I am that he asked me to marry him and still, to this day, don't understand why he wanted to be stuck with me.  Life with me hasn't and won't ever be easy.  On the way to the Grandparents house he made the comment that "Sometimes he felt sorry for me for having to put up with him".  I just don't see what he is talking about.

We ran into several friends who had gone out there with their spouses and were seperated when we ran into them.  They had gone one way and their spouse had gone another.  I just thought about how lucky I was that Mr. H chose to stay with me and didn't think that anything out there was more important than being with me.  How safe this man makes me feel!  How he gives me the courage to be able to accomplish whatever I want.  I am so lucky to have such a strong rock to stand on or rather stand with.

Ten years later I'm still glad that I married this man and I still realize just how lucky I am to have found not only a friend but a lover to go through life with.  Everything isn't perfect but when I look at the "Big Picture" 97% of the time we rock along just fine.  He is a great father, a great friend, a great lover and accepts me with all the baggage that I drag along behind me.  He has stayed with me when I would have left myself!

On another note - I got carded again today when we went to a booth to buy beer.  Just how old do I have to be to not worry about carrying my ID with me?