Here I am, after what? Two months? I wanted so badly to keep up with this, not for anyone other reason but the fact that I wanted to be able to look here years down the road and know that I can relive every single important thing in my life.
But we all know that life gets in the way of things, diaries get pushed under the bed, cameras get left behind, and our feet take us to crazy, unimaginable places way too quickly. I knew the days would come when my time would be filled with taking care of babies and loving a husband, but finally being here, after years of pretending at house- it's still surreal. I have a husband. I have a child. I have a family of my own.
It's everything I have ever wanted and not a day goes by that I don't thank God for it all.
Speaking of feet going places, Aubrey started walking the day he turned 11 months. He was up and out of the room before I could think to be excited he was using his feet. Obviously my first reaction was pride, yet the silent tears forming in my eyes made me realize that I was also sad. Its just one more way that my baby doesn't need me. But I've noticed that he always comes back, he still needs my kisses, and he knows me by name. My hearts swells with love each time he stops as he is running past me and lays his head on my chest, just taking a second to make sure I am still there. I hope he knows that I will always be there, that I will always hold his sweaty little head until he breaks free to run around again.
Todd and I are... gosh, it's just wonderful. I don't often feel the need to brag about it, or to try and convince everyone how amazing our relationship is, but my man's got a way of making me want to shout it from the mountain tops. My husband is better than yours!
I'm sure every wife feels that way, as we should, but I am super blessed to have a Godly, loving man by my side.
There are so many things going on in our life right now, so many good things, and I seriously feel unstoppable. Like, set the world on fire, unstoppable. As far as I'm concerned, the sky's the limit, but it doesn't matter how long it takes me to get there. We have dreams and hopes and desires but as long as we have each other, than it doesn't matter if we fail. And I know that we will; Aubrey will face plant more than once, my book might get rejected, Todd might never build the bed that he promised to build, but we'll keep going, we'll keep living and breathing and loving and that's all that matters.
I just want to take these perfect days and bottle them to remind me how good I have it on those days when things are looking a little less sunshiney, 'cause I know that they'll come. But I'm okay with that, I'm okay with getting through the gray to find the light at the end. I'm okay with working a little harder to get my overly cliched happy ending.