I am getting married. To an amazing and strangely enamored of me guy.
Six foot tall, athletic, likes model airplanes and the ocean. And not that pansy kind of ocean scene all the romance movies picture. Like me, he likes the turbulent stormy northwest coast ocean that always seems too cold to dip your toes in but you just can't help yourself.
He has stars in his eyes. Deep brown and gold layer in star patterns in his irises. For a man with stars in his eyes, he's a bit of a cynic. Pretty good at keeping this dreamer grounded.
Life isn't all rainbows and pretty ponies. I'm still dealing with identity theft right and left. I still work at the same place that simply isn't capable of reason. And my girls still drive me nuts sometimes.
But it seems a lot easier to take these days. Who knew having someone to hug everyday would be such a good remedy? Someone who lets me rant and then makes me laugh at myself. Who reaches over during a movie and just strokes my wrist to let me know he's still thinking of me... even though he's doing something else.
Someone who thinks I'm enough.
Pretty heady suff.
