Coming home from work. To my house. I an reminded how lucky I an to not only have a place to live...but to be buying my own home. A nice sturdy good sized house. A place to raise my children. A lawn to mow, yard to play in, the American dream and I've got it. I come home to it every night. I am so thankful....to have a nice home!
My mom and I were talking and lately her relationship is what I guess we could call complicated. During our conversation she stopped and asked me "Are you happy with Tim?" without hesitation I answered "yes".She told me that she knew he loved me and she was so glad I could be happy. Later I was thinking about it. I have wondered is he "it" is he the one. How can I be sure, how is anyone ever sure? We have been together for almost 9 years now. Granted we've had our issues, but every night he comes home to me, and every morning he's next to me in bed. He loves me, he provides for me, and I love him and provide for him. Together we are raising four wonderful children. Do I still get butterflies when he walks though the door? Well, honestly, no. Do I still miss him the moment he walks away... Again no, sometimes I am more than happy to see him leave for the evening and go to work... Does that mean I love him any less than I did when our love was...
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