17 years ago on this day I made a vow to stay by my man. The fruit of my labour, 3 adorable children. The skill to arbitrate in the war of words using 2 ears on 3 heated debaters. The ability to soup up a asap dish for my hungry pack of wolves. The receiver of all those hugs and kisses. The lender of an ear to listen to. Most of all I have learnt the ability to forgive and forget. To laugh at my silly self.