On the weekend I celebrated my first anniversary with my husband. In my standards we had a whirlwind romance – meeting at work and developing an intense bond that neither one of us had ever felt before with anyone.
An incredible feeling, we have allowed each other to open and explore a new life where you share things.
I don’t really enjoy sharing things as an only-child-in-the-home growing up.
But I do enjoy Kreg. The man is my hero – he spoils me, loves me and hugs me endlessly.
It is going to be weird changing jobs because we’ve been so used to having each other an msn messenger moment away from each other for the past 3 years. Talking to each other over the internal network means we can have instant quiet ranting and reassurance instead of having to stew about it all day. And we both like to rant.
It sounds like this sometimes: RAAAAHHHHHH ARRRRGHHH.
It hasn’t been an entirely easy year. I had some problems with going back on birth control when we got married that caused my hormones to do some drastic measures with my mind. We’re talking – slam my car into a really big sturdy wall and be done with it. Wasn’t good.
I’m off those pills and trying to find a new doctor who will listen when I try to tell him the pills aren’t right for me.
Through the chaos, he loves me though and I have great respect for his commitment to me. It makes me feel like all is good with the world when he’s around.
Happy Anniversary to the Love of My Life.