Love of my Life

6 years ago today I married my best friend. There may not be such a thing as a ‘perfect marriage’ but I do believe that what we have is ‘perfect’ for us. I was browsing through Hallmark the other day, and found a card that sums up my thoughts on exactly how we have remained ‘perfect’ for each other for so long:

“Having a happy marriage doesn’t mean that life is perfect – at least not all of the time. To me it means we’ve laughed more than we’ve cried, celebrated more than we’ve worried, and loved each other through everything. Having a happy marriage means there’s a trust that’s been built with time and commitment and more than a little sacrifice. Most of all, it means we have a lot of things to be proud of….and still more to look forward to. So on our anniversary, I want you to know how much your love means to me…because giving you my heart was one of the best things I ever did.”

So true. Life isn’t perfect, people aren’t perfect. We disagree. You can’t have two (and now three) type-A strong-willed people in one house and expect to agree on everything! However, we have learned how to disagree gracefully, and to pick our battles. And yes, sometimes he gets on my nerves. Like when he grinds his teeth at night, or when he gets irritated that I won’t ask for his help even though it looks like I need it though I really don’t want it, but sometimes I really do need it.

Yeah, and I know I get on his nerves too. I’m well aware of my neurotic tendencies…but he is starting to understand my ‘everything in it’s place’ philosophy, bless his heart…

He knows when to leave me alone (when I am feverishly cleaning and/or organizing a closet and company is NOT arriving within 24 hours) and when I just need a hug and a snuggle (after a long day of “MOM!!”). I am comfortable in knowing that even though we may be on opposite ends of an issue, I am always right in the middle of his heart.

But most of all, he knows ME. All of me. Not just the pretty parts or the sunshine-y parts that we allow the rest of the world to see, but the dark shadowy parts that everyone has but rarely finds someone they can trust enough to reveal. He has been there through my highest highs, and my lowest lows, and his love and support has never wavered.

I can’t imagine my life with anyone else but him, and on this day I’d like to celebrate what an amazing husband, partner and father he is. He is my best friend, the yin to my yang, the PB to my J, and the one person that keeps me truly grounded. Happy Anniversary Loverbean – I LOVE YOU!!!

Some privacy, please?

Yesterday was a lazy day. We didn’t get dressed, we didn’t do much of anything. Such days are few and far between in our house. So we enjoy them when we can.

I apologize if this may be TMI, but this blog is about the odd happenings in my family, so deal with it.

After a huge omelet for ‘brunch’ my belly was feeling a little off. Taking the advice I always give Gavin when he complains of such (and because you all know what can happen during pregnancy) I headed upstairs to the private seclusion that is supposed to be my bathroom.

Less than 2 minutes later I hear footsteps up the stairs, followed by “Mom?”

Me: (sighing) “yes?”

Gavin: “What are you doing?”

Thump…..a little body landing in a seated position right beside the door….

Me: “Going to the bathroom”

Gavin: “No you’re not, you’re reading a magazine” …followed by… “Are you reading a magazine because its taking too long?”

Me: “something like that”

Gavin: “I hear you texting”

Me, in a text to Brady: your son will not let me potty in peace.

Brady: Is he upstairs?

Me: He is camped right outside the bathroom door. Listening to every move.

Brady: Wow. He needs a new hobby.

Me: He has a hobby…following me.

Brady: He needs a NEW hobby.

(several minutes pass)

Me: “Gavin? Are you still there?”

Gavin: “yes”

Me: “what are you doing?”

Gavin: “Waiting for you”

Sigh. One of these days I will miss him following me. Right now I would just like some privacy.