Joshua and I have been married ten years today! After 3650 sunsets, 20 overseas trips, 4 renovations, 1 relocation and 4 children, he is still the amazing man I married. A little older, a little kinder, a little less hair and a lot more wisdom. He is like good red wine, gaining depth and quality with the passing of time.

But what about me? Four pregnancies later, I have given alot of time to worrying about how my shape has changed, but I think the better question at this nostalgic moment in life is, have I maintained my quality? Am I still interested in the world, invested in my husbands dreams, fascinated by new ideas, eager to learn, expressive in what I wear, opinionated? Do I remember how to have fun, do I know what floats my boat, do I laugh? Am I a secure partner and an inspirational mother?

Reading it on paper, it sounds so self-centred, but...... my husband fell in love with a woman, a beautiful, bossy, crazy, compassionate woman, and if she gets lost along the way, then we all lose. So I'm going to rally myself today... I'm gonna shave my legs, put on the red lipstick, reject the nanna undies and boldly be the me he married!