I look at my life and am amazed at the changes the past 7 months have brought my way. They are changes I longed for, but couldn't really fathom existed. I look forward to coming home now. I used to count down the minutes at work to hang with my friends, or bum a meal from my family, or to check in on my niece. I can now be found rushing home to cook dinner, or going to hockey games or ball games or to her karate classes. When home, we are either helping with homework, watching family TV, or working on various home projects. Those nights we are not bound to obligations are uncommon and glorious. My closest friends have found relationships as well, and we joke we are all married off and have to find time to get together now, comparing work and home schedules to plan to right time to meet for dinner and a drink.
There are Christmas lights on the house for the first time in years, and lights inside the house for the first time ever. The Christmas tree was erected a month ago, out of excitement for a new family to share the holiday with. As I type, he is asleep, the cat is nuzzled on the sofa, the hamster is running in his squeaky wheel, and the dog is cozied up on her cushion. This is a peaceful home. Sure, with a growing young lady in the home, there is drama with hormones, strong wills, and exes. But it is full of love, and he finds no joy in drama. And so, the peaceful home I grew up in has managed to creep into the house I've inhabited for 9 years. That has been my dream.
I look forward to the day we can sell this house and move to a nicer, larger home. So much must be done to this one first. But he has the will and the drive to make this everything we want it to be for now. His ability to adapt to this tiny, rickety house has amazed me.
He has the endurance and commitment I need in a man. I don't need touchy feely--I need to know he is content in this relationship, and he is willing to make it work. Love that lasts takes work--it's not magic. I am not exciting and I cannot fake it--God didn't give me that charisma that allows me to misrepresent myself with a clear conscience. I need a man that can be content with who I am, and not try to make me more trendy. I don't need a trendy man--I need a man who longs for stability as much as I. I need authenticity, and I need to be authentic. I don't care about the material part of a man--his job, his income, his vehicle, or his ability to take care of me. I care about the heart. If I'm not sure where I stand in a relationship, then I will suffocate in it.
I have found myself in a true commitment, and it's liberating and comforting all at once. He is the man I wasn't sure still existed. He was worth the wait.