I posted one of the photos in a previous post, but here are more from our little four pack photo shoot. I’m so glad we finally had photos taken by someone other than me taking selfies of us! We were able to use a few photos for our Christmas card and I’m so thankful for the amazing photography skills of our friend Laraine who took these.
I’m a great planner. I love things organized. I love things lined up and perfect. So, about two weeks ago I planned a trip for my love and me to go to Disneyland to celebrate our anniversary. The kids’ mom was going to have them and we were going to have adult Disney fun (think: roller coasters, candle lit dinners, walking around Disneyland with no stroller, staying late, etc.). I booked a hotel, bought tickets and we were set to go. Then things changed and we were going to have the kids so all of a sudden all our plans changed. We canceled the first hotel room, booked a bigger one to allow for room for the kids, bought another ticket (little Miss Madison is free because she’s two!) and a week and a half after hearing about the change, we took a two and a three year old to Disneyland (cue laughter at me).
This is my love. This is the one who made everything perfect after twenty-seven years of all the wrong things, all the wrong words, all the wrong decisions and all the wrong relationships. I value so much all the relationships I had with other people because they showed me new things, new people, and even the world at large. I think one of the reasons I can be completely sure of my love now is that I have respect and fond memories of other, silly, past loves. I’m not in this rush to say, “Oh my god how terrible was THAT?!” but rather, thankful for the experiences that lead me here where I am all the way home.
I am thankful, this Thanksgiving, for this man. I am thankful for his children and for the family they are to me. I am thankful for his past and how kind it has been to me. I am thankful for his graciousness, his caring, his incredible hard work every single day, his complete adoration of me and, most of all, that we are equals. He isn’t meek, he isn’t mild; he is strong and knows who he is.
Everyone likes to think that their love story is unique and maybe they all are—billions of crooked paths intertwined, leading us to the one we can’t be apart from. Sometimes we stumble onto someone else’s path first before they can get there in time, always on tired, aching legs. Sometimes someone is in our way and have to push past them, wait for them to tire of the road, or simply, sometimes we become bored of waiting and move onto something else. Sometimes we find ourselves at a crossroads—suddenly—a crossroads that only opens to us for a few moments—seconds, maybe. How devastating to think of the paths missed, how overwhelming to understand we were just seconds from missing the one who makes our entire life into something beautiful. How incredibly thankful we should all be that we got to our one just in time. ♥
I know Thanksgiving isn’t even here yet. I know Christmas is like a million years away (okay, 41 days to be exact), but the Target Christmas aisle is just so bright and sparkly and I just can’t help myself. Can’t wait to pick up the real tree later in the month (maybe Black Friday?) and get things really cozy and peaceful. This is my happy place.