One Moment

It’s funny how just a little time can change things.  How one moment can change your life completely.

I was looking in my phone the other day at a note I have called “Blog about.”  The first topic I have written on it says this:

“I can’t picture myself married. Maybe because

I’ve wanted it for so long and it

just never happened?”

I truly felt that way at the time.  I had been dreaming of being married since my late teens and after years of being single, all the sudden I just didn’t feel like it would ever happen for me.  Like it was an unattainable dream.  I would try to picture myself in my day to day life with a husband.  Someone by my side through thick and thin.  Every time I would try though, it didn’t even seem like a possibility. I couldn’t even dream up a situation where that would feel normal.

Enter C…..

We’ve been talking about marriage. Gasp. 

I can totally picture my life with him.  In fact, I can’t wait for that. I never thought I could love someone this much, but yet I do.  I picture us cooking side by side in the evenings, splitting chores on the weekend, doing lots of traveling and raising a family together.

I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.  He makes me happier than I have ever been. Both statements I am not sure I have ever uttered about another person.

All it took was a chance meeting to change the path of my life.  God was looking out for me.

Not even a year after I started and named my blog it might no longer be relevant.  Whoops!

Away Games

I have decided I will never be the kind of woman that could marry a man that takes a lot of business trips.  Someone who is in a different city every week.  Someone who leaves for weeks at a time. Someone who spends days in a time zone different than the one I am in.

Every time C leaves I hate it. I know it’s just for a few days, but I still miss him.  I am thankful it is only 8-10 times a year.  I am thankful that the trips aren’t any longer.  I am thankful that he misses me too when he is gone. I am thankful that he keeps in contact with me and still calls to say goodnight. 

I am also jealous that he gets to travel to so many new places on someone else’s dime!

I guess I need to look on the bright side. It could be worse.  It could be for longer or more often.  I actually do get a lot of cleaning and whatnot when he is gone.  Not to mention some good “me time.”  But I miss him.  I just want some hugs.

That’s not too much to ask for right?