I wish future self would travel back to give me football scores
It seems at times that it is more challenging for me to write a post on livejournal than it is to do any other daily task that I have...and I have no idea why that is the case.
If my day could be summed up in two songs, they would be: Realize and I'm Yours. Coming up soon is our seventh anniversary for megansmommy and I. I don't think anyone ever tells you things like, you know what, changing your life to be in a committed marriage is really hard to sustain....and it is at all times an exhausting and amazing experience to raise kids (that will make that first item even more difficult)...and there is no single guidebook to how you can traverse through the challenges of intimacy, trust, parenting, friendship, work, and everything else without getting bumped and bruised along the way.
Okay, so maybe Dr. Seuss told me everything I needed to know, but it's difficult to realize what it means to get left in a lurch or stuck in a slump when your only a few years into this world. So today is not quite the day, but I'm close to having escaped the waiting place. Boom bands are playing for me on Monday; when I can tell Lissa that we've made it seven years.
And each one has been the best, except for those ones that weren't. I've always said that I'd rather be lucky than good, and while I've been working hard to add good to my resume, luck has held out to date in giving me two beautiful daughters, a wife that loves me despite pulling way more than her share of the load, and a safe home. There is this bad economy thing floating around outside my world, but I hadn't noticed because I've been taking the time recently to stop and enjoy the moment.
These moments are good. Thanks for leaving your whole life almost eight years ago to come marry me, Lis. I love you.
If my day could be summed up in two songs, they would be: Realize and I'm Yours. Coming up soon is our seventh anniversary for megansmommy and I. I don't think anyone ever tells you things like, you know what, changing your life to be in a committed marriage is really hard to sustain....and it is at all times an exhausting and amazing experience to raise kids (that will make that first item even more difficult)...and there is no single guidebook to how you can traverse through the challenges of intimacy, trust, parenting, friendship, work, and everything else without getting bumped and bruised along the way.
Okay, so maybe Dr. Seuss told me everything I needed to know, but it's difficult to realize what it means to get left in a lurch or stuck in a slump when your only a few years into this world. So today is not quite the day, but I'm close to having escaped the waiting place. Boom bands are playing for me on Monday; when I can tell Lissa that we've made it seven years.
And each one has been the best, except for those ones that weren't. I've always said that I'd rather be lucky than good, and while I've been working hard to add good to my resume, luck has held out to date in giving me two beautiful daughters, a wife that loves me despite pulling way more than her share of the load, and a safe home. There is this bad economy thing floating around outside my world, but I hadn't noticed because I've been taking the time recently to stop and enjoy the moment.
These moments are good. Thanks for leaving your whole life almost eight years ago to come marry me, Lis. I love you.