Not Your Typical Post

Before I begin, may I warn you that this post is not going to have the usual cynicism or sarcasm that I normally express my feelings with. Which is why this post has been so difficult for me to write and also probably won't be as funny as previous posts. Sorry if that is disappointing. But I will sacrifice my sarcastic rough shell all in the name of love... for this guy!

This picture was taken, what feels like decades ago, on our honeymoon. He was being silly and I caught it. His model poses don't usually end up looking anything but silly... however besides the flaring nostrils and faintest smirk... he almost looks serious. 

I think the reason our honeymoon, which was less than 2 years ago, feels so long ago is because so much has happened since then. I don't know about any of you, but I could have stayed on our honeymoon in Mexico for the rest of my life and been happy. Unfortunately... as soon as you walk through your front door, the dreams of loungin' in the sun & walking along the beach day after day... are left on your front porch.

You are welcomed home to a house full of wedding gifts  to organize and learn how to utilize. (thanks, by the way, to everyone who gave us awesome gifts and probably didn't get a thank you card because we wrote them and they never made it to the mailbox...) A house to make orderly and livable and then the next day your back to work.


And after that, it never seems to slow down.

I just wanted to tell J how proud I am of him. He is my hero and my foundation. He seems to handle all of the changes, struggles, and mood swings {from you know who} of marriage/reality with grace and ease.

While I, on the other hand, can be on cloud nine one minute and in the depths of despair the next. He calms me when I'm troubled, he supports me when I  waste our money on a personal trainer who did nothing for my body except hurt my back, he encourages me when I decide to go back to school and then supports me two weeks into the semester when I drop all but one of my classes, he laughs as I bring all sorts of hairy animals into our house to satisfy my crave to nurture. I better stop...I'm beginning to sound like a Josh Groban song. But I could go on because... I just could.

This week he was given a promotion at work after being employed for only six months.

I guess I'm not the only one who notices how amazing he is. I'm just the lucky one that gets to be with him forever.

Thanks J.

Postscript: This can count as our {lovey dovey} anniversary post. Because there is no way I can talk like this twice in two weeks.

Post-Postscript: This relatively short post took me over an hour to write... just goes to show how unnatural it is for me to be so... ooey gooey. And let it be said that although my last name may start with an "M" now... I will always be a Thomas, therefore I will always feel uncomfortable being ooey and gooey.