I had ten minutes on the porch this morning, sitting in a rocking chair and enjoying the cool air. I smiled as Steve came out and joined me. He sat down with his coffee, and I noticed the inch long stitched wound on his forehead.
It suddenly occurred to me that I am now the "bride of Frankenstein."
Interesting what places our lives take us. For better or worse might mean we live in a palace, or it might mean we live making visits to a hospital. I have fared very well in the ups and downs of life. I will do all possible to be the best bride of Frankenstein I can be.