Funny...the very second you think you are over something it comes and bites you in the year. My son will be two in 9 days...its been nearly two years since we left the NICU behind us, why does it still bother me? Why dont I just let it go? Why do I still tear up when I think of all the stuff I missed and had to deal with instead. I know, I post posts like this alot, its probably annoying. But here I sit today...still lamenting over things and the "what ifs."
Holy cow, my kid is almost TWO! In like two weeks he'll be TWO, which means in a few months I'll be saying I have an almost three year old! Which means he'll start Kindergarten soon, then be graduating highschool, and then have GIRLFRIENDS (okay, so he already hugs and kisses on the girl at church). ACK! Stop the clock! This is going too fast! =)
Okay, now for cute pictures...
Isaac on day 3 (we were too overwhelmed for pics on days 1 and 2)
I'm not married to a romantic. I dont get flowers or jewlery for "no reason". Heck, I dont get flowers at all and only have gotten jewelery twice, my wedding set and an anniversary ring I BEGGED for because I had outgrown said wedding set. He doesnt cook for me, wait...does ramen count? But ya know what? I'm okay with that. Actually I'm MORE than okay with that. He's my best friend. I really really enjoy the COMFORTABLENESS that comes with being married to my best friend. Oh sure, we have our romantic interludes at an acceptable level (and we'll leave that there), dont get me wrong. But I really enjoy not having the pressure of being too romantic. I like knowing I can tell him anything and it doesnt matter. And I DO tell him anything and everything, too much sometimes he claims. But thats how I am, I WANT him to know every detail about my day, whether he wants to or not.
Of course there are days where I think, I wish he'd bring me flowers and chocolate to work "just because". Or I'll think, it would be nice if he'd fix me dinner when I am tired instead of saying "you can go get something if you want." But generally, I dont mind.
But dont get me wrong, he IS sweet to me. Like when he walked in the office 5 minutes to 5:00 one day we rode together because he had bought me ice cream and was afraid it would melt before I got off to eat it. And bigger stuff, like when Isaac was in the hospital he gave up his time to hold him because he said I needed it more. And the nights he sleeps on the couch with Isaac because he knows I'm tired and Isaac is fussy.
Then there are the days I want to bonk him on the head. Like when I come home from work on "Daddy Days" (where he stays home with Isaac) and NOTHING has been done because he's "watching the boy."
But its ok. He's my friend. And I dont just LOVE him, I actually kinda like him a little. Okay, alot...most of the time. ;-P
