I Already Knew He Was Awesome...

This weekend it was made clear to me that my husband is awesome for the following reasons:

• He listens.
• He pays attention.
• He remembers seemingly meaningless dates and facts.
• He does not get drunk and start acting ridiculous.

Friday evening Erik came home and asked if I would like to go see a couple of our friends as well as meet a new couple. I agreed that since we had no plans for Friday evening that it sounded like fun so I got ready to go. We picked up the new couple from the temporary lodging because their car is being worked on and they aren't moved into housing yet. His name is Jim and hers is Giselle. I didn't talk much with him, but I talked with her and she's a sweetheart and gets my sarcasm, so that was an automatic in as far as I was concerned.
We got to Tommy and Stephanie's house and the boys started playing games and having a few drinks while the girls spoiled Giselle's tiny Shih tzu puppy and talked at the kitchen table.
I'd reason that somewhere around four hours later, two of the boys were pretty drunk. Things they were saying weren't making much sense anymore and they seemed to be having more trouble staying on topic or focusing on games. They began to do that classic thing guys do when they are drunk where they talk about things as if they are great philosophers and are opening all of our eyes to new ideas and wonderments. Needless to say, Aristotle they were not. Erik, however, remained quiet and observant, taking open opportunities to make tiny sarcastic jabs at his opponents who were helpless to fight back or were blindsided and remained so, unaware the attack had even occurred until they realized everyone else was laughing but them. As the two drunk boys disappeared into the bedroom to have a "who has the better gear" fight amongst themselves, Erik listened and jumped in on the ladies' conversation and began to flex his own neuro-muscles as he recalled dates and facts about me most men don't know: The date we met, the date we met in person, the first song we ever danced to, the day he proposed, my favorite colors, flowers, eye color, height, bra size, etc. The ladies were pretty shocked and awed. I felt like baking him a dozen cookies and doing a Superman-esque pose in my apron. I have Super-Hubby! Haha! The boys returned unaware of the onslaught they were about to face. The quizzes began immediately and as I watched the looks of panic pass over their faces I felt compassionate enough to try to save them. One mention of "buck-ninety-nine chicken nuggets and McDonald's" to the table and the pregnant lady was ready to pack up and go get food. I shuffled everyone but the two sheepish drunk boys out the door and to get them food while we picked up food and I basked in the compliments of how lucky I am and how awesome he is. I revelled quietly and when we got back we found the two curled up on the couches knocked out. We bid everyone adieu and headed home, proud and happy and puffed with pride.

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Fae

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo...

I could go for a fairy-godmother right about now. A genie would work too, though I'm not much for liking the limit-on-wishes, I guess it would be okay because I really only have one right now.
I don't want him to go. Plain and simple and not very unpredictable, I know, but that's it. I keep looking at him or thinking about him when something I take for granted as routine happens and realize that they aren't going to be routine when he's not here. I don't have to wake up at 0530 when he isn't here. There will be no one to make breakfast for. There will be no one to make lunch or dinner for, and when he isn't here sure the house will be cleaner, but whose socks will I pick up or pull from between his recliner cushions? Who will drink all the milk and eat the last piece of American cheese then not tell me they did it? Who will leave the toilet seat up when I really have to pee so they when I run in, throw my pants down and sit down I fall in and scream? No one. I'll have no one to understand our special sarcasm jokes back and forth and no one to walk me down the halls when I watch something to scary and am afraid to walk from the living room to the bedroom.
And I keep crying. I'm trying really hard not to because everyone keeps telling me how its bad to cry because then he will just worry about me instead of doing what he needs to do, but I can't help it. It's who I am. I cry when Bambi's mom dies. I cry when the Beast dies even though I have watched the movie a million+ times and know he lives and they live happily ever after.
This sucks.

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Fae.

The 180 I Didn't Expect...

For those of you who read this blog, you'll understand where I'm about to go with this.  For those of you who don't or haven't kept up, in order to get a little background for this blog, you'll have had to read this one.
Since before we were married and from that time forward, we've been pretty firm on waiting. Wait-wait-wait-itty-wait-wait-waiting. No rushing. The opposite of doing it now. -Waiting!- So you can imagine my surprise when in the middle of dominating the pitiful infidels on Wheel of Fortune through the TV and unbeknown to them, Erik says "I kind of want a baby."
I think my jaw may literally have hit the floor. All thought processes at that moment sort of shut down and I went slightly stupid for a moment. There may have even been drool.  After wiping my chin, picking up my jaw and assuring my tongue worked properly to form words, I asked where that had come from. Apparently the plethora of baby videos, photos and updates from all the people we know having babies or trying to have babies finally got to him like it had started doing to me. He said that the more he saw them the more he realized how much it was something he really wanted. We talked further and agreed that we still don't want to rush in and do anything immediately and waiting a little while still seems like a better idea, but neither of us would be crushed and upset if a surprise came along.
I think we've both realized in a short time how important our lives together are and how much little events mean to us and I think that though we are still just big kids we are growing into adults and prioritizing and getting our lives together on the same track to happiness. And even though we want a baby and can't wait for that when its that time, we can wait for now and know that it will happen and we will be happy.

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Fae