I am sitting here with my usual cup of coffee, but I didn't make it. Lil man decided it was time for me to get up so he made a pot. Jen told me he did this a few weeks ago, and I cracked up. I gues it is time to start teaching him how to cook too. I doesn't seem like 10 years ago that I was pregnant getting ready to pop. It certainly doesn't feel like 8 years ago that J changed her first diaper either.
Our family astonishes me. We all grow physically and mentally, but somehow we reamain a unit. Believe me we have the same issues that straight couples have. We fight about sex, money, the kids (don't forget the cat and dog are kids too). From the beginning though we have tried to "use our words". Jen and I are not eloquent speakers in the heat of the moment so we made an agreement. If you say something and it hurts my feelings because I have to tell myself what the meaning is behind your statement, well then I stop the pain before it starts by asking a question. That doesn't mean that we have never hurt each other, and it doesn't mean that we haven't been mad either. Acceptance of ones feelings does not mean you are in agreeance.
Wifey and I are two VERY different people, but this is a huge part of our relationship. To me it's no fun if you just marry yourself. I love a challenge, and I know I am a HUGE one for her, but we both love like we never have before, live a life fuller than we ever imagined, and dream of what our tomorrow holds.
It's another beautiful day to be alive. Another day of living to learn, and learning to live.