Yesterday was my 25th anniversary. Happy Silver celebration to us! I posted a pic of my spouse and I toasting at two different locations. Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case yesterday. But let me tell you, early on in his military career, we spent waaayyy too many holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, and other celebrations apart. This year we were able to celebrate together along with our youngest daughter.

As we were sitting down to dinner at a restaurant, I was telling them that I hadn’t written anything for this blog. I was busy writing for my publications that PAY me so I didn’t get to it. “Besides” I said, “I was planning on reposting my article about our love story.”

My daughter went off the rails. She couldn’t believe that I would recycle material. My hubby agreed. She told me that my readers expected new material every week and that I couldn’t let them down. Now, those of you who follow me, thank you. But I’m not in the same space as Elle magazine in terms of followers.

Even though it hurt me to say it, she was right. I said “sorry” and apologized. But why is that so hard?

I mean, Sir Elton John got it right when he said, “Sorry seems to be the hardest word.”

He is right. And everyone knows it. I was watching “Gray’s Anatomy” the other day and Meredith was complaining about how your mom makes you apologize after you’ve hurt someone on the playground. She forces you to apologize. And why, she ponders. “That kid totally deserved it.” But every parent does it. We make our children say “sorry” whether they think they did anything wrong or not.

And then there’s admitting you were wrong. Another difficult task. Back in the 90’s, Alain and I loved watching a show called, “Home Improvement.” The husband and wife team of Tim Allen and Patricia Richardson was hysterical and we saw ourselves in them. In one episode, Tim “the tool man” Taylor’s wife, Jill has to apologize to him because she was wrong. Instead of saying those two words, she eventually tells him, “I have wronged you.” And all the while she does it with a southern drawl.

That became my go-to response when I had to apologize. So I found myself once again needing to admit wrongdoing.

“I have wronged you.”

And happy anniversary, baby.