Karbon Kounty Moos

For better or worse

We proved the doubters wrong, didn’t we? Those who “just knew” that it would never last. How could it? The Montana born Lutheran farm boy and the recovering Catholic/Buddhist/Humanist Brooklyn born girl. Worlds apart, yet with worlds in common. Far from youngsters when we met and married, we were two old dogs - who learned quite a few new tricks from each other. We found our way together through too much adversity.

For richer or poorer

Financially, we stayed on the poorer side. But we are so much richer. Simply by sticking together and making things work.

In sickness and in health

Together, we knew the joy of my first pregnancy - at the advanced old age of thirty eight. Together, we suffered its loss. Happy a year later when we somehow managed to beat the odds. Devastated when we lost again. This formerly healthy woman then had half a dozen ailments, followed by the same number of surgeries. You stood by me - giving me the most important reason to recover. I did. And now I sit at your side. Hoping for time. Precious time with the friend and the love of my life.

Not really.

This blogger is taking a bit of a hiatus. I’ll try to check in from time to time with an update. Or perhaps a photo or two. Y’all know how to reach me.