I know that I’ve really sucked in terms of blogging lately. It’s one of those things that I’ve just allowed to fall by the wayside as life gets busier and busier. In a way, it’s a good thing; it means that I’m out there actually living instead of spending so damn much time circling around in my own brain.
Though…to be fair…I still do that more than I likely should. *cough*
In any case, whenever I look back on the blog posts of years past, I’m always really grateful to find these musings of mine — good or bad — because they remind me of the journey that I’ve taken — that CBG and I have taken — to get to where we are today. This was always a big motivation for writing as much as I have in the past — to record everything. Good or bad, this is
my our story, and I enjoy having it all written down, even I am the only one who will ever read it again.
Since I haven’t been writing a whole lot anymore, a lot of stories are being lost. Big life moments and the tiny insignificant ones. Things that I’m not always as careful to take note of and appreciate like I once did. I guess it’s easier to cherish a person that you only see four days a month, rather than someone you see almost every single day. But you know what? Despite not taking the time to record these moments and remember them carefully, they are still happening. I still fall asleep in my husband’s arms with a smile of contentment on my face. I sometimes still tear up with joy at looking into his eyes and just being consumed with overwhelming feelings of love. My heart still swells when I see one of my girls curl up next to him on the couch in that easy, loving way that they have. There is so much laughter. So much joy. So much contentment. All of these things in among all those every day moments that seem to consume so much of life.
So in love. After 7 years of loving CBG, I can still happily report this to still be true. We have gone from the giddy, horny, teenager-y crap to the deep and lasting love that survives some of the very things that we’ve been through in the past year. Not just survived, but thrived and grown. Sitting here tonight I can say that in 2015, without a doubt our worst year to date, we are better and stronger because of it all.
And if that doesn’t qualify as “so in love”, then I sure as hell don’t know what would.