In honor of Valentine's Day (which I've honestly never been a huge fan of, except that it's such a fun day to be an elementary school teacher) & all the lovey-dovey, mushy-gushy stuff, I wanted to share that my heart is feeling extra full this year, full to over-flowing it seems. This isn't the kind of love that is expressed in roses (I much prefer hand-picked wildflowers) or a box of chocolates (hate them, what's with the gross filling anyway?) or even jewelry ( I have a bad habit of losing/breaking it) it just feels so much more than that to me, more than can be summed up by one day on a calendar or one Hallmark card. I keep thinking to myself how incredibly blessed I am to have married my best friend and to be creating a family with him... wow... I keep worrying that if I pinch myself this will all be a dream! Tomorrow (the 15th) marks the 9th year since Kev & I began dating after I finally sucked it up and asked him out (to a hockey game, of course!) since I didn't think he was ever going to get around to it.
The story of Kevin...
We met through a strange (long story) turn of events and became college roommates, along with my best friend. Later, I found out that he had told his parents that he moved in with "a maid and a cook", and rest assured, I hit him for that one, with my left, he never saw it coming. As a roommate, he was cute, made me laugh, played guitar, liked ice hockey and had a killer CD collection, so it wasn't long before my roommate became my boyfriend who lived in the room at the end of the hall. We moved into a log cabin on a mountain together, so naturally I showed up with a puppy one day after work, just praying he was a dog person. He was, so the two became three and we are still inseparable today, although the 3 amigos are about to get a new addition that will change EVERYTHING for the better.
Fast forward 9 years, 8 different houses/apartments all over the place, lasting friendships made, an 800 mile backpacking trip on the AT, a spontaneous move to the Caribbean, road trips, crazy inside jokes, joys and sorrows, and here we are today, about to embark on the craziest journey of all... parenthood. There is no one on this Earth I would rather be experiencing this with. I know our first 9 years are just a drop in the bucket, we have much more waiting for us and I can't wait.
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"Later, I found out that he had told his parents that he moved in with "a maid and a cook", and rest assured, I hit him for that one, with my left, he never saw it coming."
Sorry I spilled that little secret, but you healed :)
Haha, a good sense of humor is everything in this world, especially being married to your brother! :)
Or growing up with him!
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