I’ve been thinking recently, which I try not to do very often.
As my baby’s birthday approaches I’ve been thinking about all the unexpected blessings in my life, herself included.
One of those unexpected blessings is Andrew, my hubdubbydub.
I know that sounds corny. And you know what I say to that?
I love corn.
The cornier the better.
Andrew was unexpected not only because our relationship had many tumultuous turns to it but also because of one misconception I had about marriage.
Although I never would have admitted it before now…I was surprised that I didn’t marry myself.
I know that sounds weird.
Duh Val. Really?
Every time Andrew says something I think to myself, “Wow. That was refreshing. I wouldn’t have ever thought of that.”
I expected to marry someone who would say to me, “Oh Val. Everything you say is magic, divinity. Can I be your twin?”
I expected a person who would tell me I was right about every dispute and every argument and every mean thing I said to someone.
But I didn’t.
And it’s so strange how pleasant it is not being married to yourself. (duh Val.)
Andrew has changed my perspective on so many things. He’s my partner for reals and he treats me like it.
It is such an unexpected joy to learn from and with each other. Seriously. It’s a joy to grow with him. It’s a joy to realize that I’m full of crap. It’s a joy to recognize my need to change and also to be myself.
I don’t know how it happened.
I don’t know how it works.
But seriously he must be radioactive…because…I’ll never be the same.
In other parts of my world: Ate a ton of licorice. Not feeling so good. Took a really long walk with the dog. He is still panting. bounced on the yoga ball and hardly any contractions. *insert sad face*