I can’t believe that in six short days, I will be moving into my own apartment. True, I live alone now (well sort of, I have my fuzzy baby too and my Honeybee most nights), but this is the first time I’m actually moving by myself. It’s been a little emotional and overwhelming, but I’ve held it together pretty well. I had a brief reality slap in the face yesterday as I packed a bookcase and ran across two ring boxes that at one time held two rings that were my keys to my future.
At the tender age of thirty, my life isn’t where I always thought it would be right now, but it’s on the right path and that’s what matters. I always dreamed by the age of thirty, I’d be a great wife with a loving husband, a little curly headed one following me around and at least five years in on the purchase of my dream home. Well, I have one ex husband, one soon to be (not soon enough) ex husband, a fuzzy dog that follows me around and a new apartment.
The one major thing that I have that I didn’t put on that list is a wonderful man that loves me even when things are far from perfect, hugs me and tells me he loves me at the end of every day and never stops holding my hand and being my best friend. I feel like I have a best friend, boyfriend, and saving grace all in one. Scott has been everything I’ve needed at just the right time. I know God put us on each other’s path for a reason and we see it more with every passing day. It might have taken me some bumps and bruises, but I found what I’ve always needed/wanted in the long run. The best thing is that I learned on this crazy road called Life that I don’t have to settle and God knows, I did a lot of that in my past. That is why it’s the PAST. My future is beautiful and bright and promising. Most people know I’m a very selfless person and if there was one wish, no monetary value, that I could give everyone, it would be to know what it feels like to experience such a pure, honest, valuable love with such an amazing person. I used to look at him and think “how did I get so lucky” and now, I still think that, but I also thank God for giving me such an amazing man to share my dreams, giggles, tears and hugs with. I fall more in love every single day and I am so thankful that I never gave up on my little girl dreams. He might not wear armor and ride a white stallion, but he wears Ropers, loves Johnny Cash and drives a pick up and that’s good enough for this ol’ girl!
