A month later, I got it all. I met DH and my life began: He's my best friend and soul mate, and together, we've got the best job of them all: parenthood. We really are having the time of our lives.
It's neither here nor there that DH came from such dysfunctional roots - together, we're fighting through the mess his parents left him with, and we're creating a life for ourselves. It's not a life I would trade for anything.
Last night, DH gave me an anniversary gift, and it was a meaningful one for me:
I've been wanting to start collecting these little figurines for years now. I love them because they appeal to my inner-cheeseball and because every piece has a ladybug on it somewhere (I collect ladybugs...it's a big deal.) I thought this piece was particularly cute - DH made a good choice. If he and I were the size of mice, we would TOTALLY sit in glasses of champagne, surrounded by pretty spring blooms, and kiss. But, as it is, this figurine reminds me of a photo that was taken of us in 2009, when I was pregnant with DD. In that photo, we were standing on the beach, with the sun setting behind us, and, with our noses just a fraction apart, we were smiling at each other.
DH, heres to two successful years gone, and many more on the horizon.
For you wake one day,
look around and say,
somebody wonderful married me.
~ Fred Ebb ~
~ Fred Ebb ~