XXXVII
Happy Anniversary to my best girl, Shugaluvs. It’s been 37 years now. Since raising 3 kids, including housebreaking 1 scoundrel of a husband, she’s had 2 heart attacks, 3 stents, and 4 grandkids ranging from 1.5 to 20 years of age. She is the Matriarch, the Sister, Aunt, Mom and Grandma. The Queen Bee, the Momma Bear, and as my buddy Mark refers to her, the Rooster. She can whip her weight in wildcats. She attends medical appointments and leads the medical professionals in dialogue. She questions everything and then questions it again. She makes them earn their money and I’ve seen them leave an exam room sweating. She advocates for anyone and everyone she comes in contact with. She gardens with the intensity of a thousand suns, which is how it feels when she makes me help. Her endurance puts mine to shame. Her everything puts mine to shame, cause I ain’t even got an everything. She cans vegetables, crochets, and sews on a machine, and recently taken ...