I think it’s safe to say that this blog, it suffers. It clearly is lacking in oh, I don’t know, CONTENT. Not to say I haven’t thought about writing, I have. It’s just at times, I don’t consider myself a writer. I struggle with taking a simple situation and turning it into a post. I need to flex those muscles more, clearly.
Things in my life right now, they feel good. I laugh a lot. I’m able to brush away those annoying gnat like feelings that areas of the internet give me, most of the time. The urge to point fingers and call names lowers when you don’t want to bring people down with you. When you have happy, you want to see happy and celebrate it, evoke it.
I’ve got a whole week of the happy starting today, with his arrival. My son doesn’t know and we can’t wait to surprise him. We have a week full of the luxury of being together, the hand holding, the kisses, the love. It’s something so cherished when you’re in a relationship like ours and when it’s in my life full time, I won’t ever take advantage of that. Knowing how it feels to miss out on waking up next to the person you love, well it teaches you something.
Whatever nerves mingling with the excitement that is running through my veins right now will soon be gone. I’ll be ready to expose those little things that aren’t talked about in normal conversation, like how I hang my bras from my dresser knob, or that I really don’t like to dust and you can see it. I won’t even get started on my driving.
Either way, I know that I can say with confidence, that he will accept all these things and most likely not even think anything of them. That simple fact means the world to me and fills me full of hope and understanding that this is my path. I’m not alone walking it and that feels pretty damn good.
Just like Ronald Regan told Nancy on their 20th wedding anniversary… “I’ve gotten very used to being happy…”
… and I love him very much indeed.