SO I am married with a daughter. They are both my life! My man and I have been married for 5 years this August. I can't believe I've found someone who wants to live with me and all my quirks and who I really want to live with too. It's funny how you find "the one". Sometimes you least expect it. Like me. I didn't expect it. I wasn't even looking. But there he was.
We met in a bar and the rest, as they say, is history. Cut to five years later, we have a daughter who happens to be the best little girl in the world, and we are genuinely happy. He puts up with all of my moodiness and complaining and I put up with his pile of socks under to coffee table. I hate doing laundry and cleaning, but I do it when forced. He cooks and cleans the tub and hardly complains about my lack of domesticity. He compliments my mothering abilities, even when I feel like I've messed up and he gives me strength when I think I have none left. He doesn't let me ever give up, even when I really want to and he rubs my back when I beg hard enough. He lets me hold the remote and watch T.V. shows that are unbelievably dopey. We laugh and dance around the living room with Fa and he loves us both unconditionally. Even when we stop communicating for a while...it always gets back to "normal" and we land on the same page eventually.
We got married in a vineyard in Napa Ca. on a gorgeous day in August 2001. It was truly the very best wedding ever. We still have people talking about it today. It was a "destination wedding" with 50 of our closest family and friends following us around for a few days. We had a blast...I will always remember that week of fun and celebrating. I try to remember that week especially when I am picking his underwear up from the floor for the gazillionth time....(I hope he doesn't get mad for anything I post here...but if he does it or says it...hey, it's gettin' posted. Maybe this will keep him on his toes....tee hee.)
He is my heart and Fa and I are very lucky to have him. Happy Father's Day Loopy. We love you very much. Forever.
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