I can't believe it has been several months since my last post. Good grief, I haven't posted since last year. Lots going on, mostly good. I will update soon on the boys. They are growing like weeds, living life to its fullest and evolving into such wonderful, distinct personalities. I love 'em so much!
I just wanted to include a post to my husband, whom I am sure will not read this but I want to post it all the same. And I refuse to leave sentiment in a post on facebook.
I don't always feel comfortable with letting others know my true feelings (I said feelings, not opinions, of which I am only to happy to share). And I don't often get mushy or sentimental with others. So I am sure there are many out there who don't think I really appreciate what a wonderful husband I have. That I don't know that I am really and truly the luckiest girl in the world. But I want to write something for my children to one day see, so they will know the from which they come and the love to which they should aspire. I may not have a gift for words, so please bear with me while I muddle through.
Happy Anniversary! I know a lot of people say they married their best friend, their soul mate, how they have the perfect life, and how proud they are that they have weathered the good and bad of marriage and stuck together. My take is a little different.
I don't know that I exactly married my best friend but I did marry one of the best people in the world. And he is surely my best friend now. I also know that I married the one person in the world that I could not live without, knew it even then.
My soul mate. Whatever. I don't even know what this means. I am almost positive it is a quote from some movie. My apologies to anyone who has said this to or about their spouse but truly I don't get it. What I do get is that this wonderful person I married is my soul. Were I to be thrown into an ocean, with no land in sight, Bryant would be the one thing that I would cling to in order to stay alive.
I am not going to sit here and say that I may not have the perfect life but it is wonderful to us. That's crap. I do have the perfect life. I cannot imagine it being any better (well minus a lottery win here or there should I ever buy a ticket). It just can't be any more perfect. That's it. This is because of the man I married. He is perfect, perfect for me, perfect for my kids, and perfect for the rest of his family. Nicholas told me the other day, when talking about some thing or another, that "no one is ever perfect". Well, I have to disagree. He's 7 years old and has no idea that his Daddy is really perfect. He'll learn and would do very well for himself if he grew up to be so much like him.
Now my last point is about weathering the good and the bad in a marriage and working through it. I know I am going to sound Pollyanna and full of shit, but seriously, what bad times? None. Nothing. Sure we have had an argument here and there, but it lasts about 5 seconds. I cannot think of one single "hard" time or "bad patch" in this marriage of ours. Nada. Zip. Zilch. So...
Thank you, Bryant, for 18 years of perfect.
Enough of the mush, now back to my regularly scheduled program of sarcasm and cynicism.