Oh, what a year it's been. One year ago, I was chatting with a gentleman who intrigued me. He was very straight forward, almost brutally honest. He didn't mince words. He seemed pretty cool. Exactly a year later, I'm living with him and his daughter. We are a family. And my life is dramatically different.
Now I drive a child to school some days, and some days I pick her up from school. I make dinner most nights. I make breakfast some mornings. Every nook and cranny of this little casa has an object nestled into it as we are constantly trying to make room. The hot tub is running again, the kitchen lights work again, and the yard stays mowed.
But more than all of that--I have someone to come home to. I have purpose again. In a year, I've watched his child grow dramatically. I have seen him through job changes, and we have dealt with financial burdens, exes, child drama, and monotony. But I love him more each day.
I see him, and I consider myself fortunate. He encourages my hobbies (guns, fishing, etc) and he is someone I can talk to for hours. He gets me. He has seen my most inner being and still loves me.
I find him irresistible, and I'm thankful I didn't settle on any other man before him, becuase he has the qualities I most wanted: humor, honesty, integrity, strength, a hard worker, a go-getter, a god lover, a music lover, and a little rough around the edges.
It has been hard at times, but it's been more than worth it. I am smitten.