My girl has yet to earn herself a nickname. That’s okay, though.
Today marks 12 weeks for us. 12 awesome weeks.
It’s kinda like babies. When do you stop counting their age in weeks and go to months? When do you stop counting their age in months and just say that the kid is two?
Lots of thoughts. I’ll go right to the important part.
The thought that keeps tumbling in my head is that while I thought I knew what happiness was before (albeit briefly), I was totally wrong. Completely wrong. Dead wrong.
Well, not exactly.
I was happy, in a small, limited way. In a very particular set of circumstances, under very specific conditions, I was happy. If that makes any sense.
This? This is totally different. This is happiness that transcends… I don’t even know what. It’s just on a totally different level. I’m not happy only when XYZ is happening. I’m not happy most of the time, until ABC happens. I’m just happy. There is no anxiety whatsoever attached to this happiness. This happiness is not conditional.
I don’t know how else to describe it.
And it’s all so damn easy.
She’s all moved into her new house which, coincidentally, is conveniently located very close to where I work. It was sort of strange transitioning from being at my place a whole lot to being at her place a whole lot. It’s all good, though. There are perks to both places. We come and go as our schedule dictates.
We’ve been going to a lot of basketball games. I’ve just about convinced her that she might as well just buy a season ticket for next year. I like that she likes going, because that’s one of my very favorite things of the summer.
It’s an interesting transition going from socializing as an individual to socializing as a couple.
Despite my tenuous state of coupledom over the last several years, I never socialized that way much. Probably because we had completely different ideas about socializing in the first place.
And we’ve kept pretty busy. She’s totally cool about coming with me to things I’m interested in. It helps that we have a lot of mutual friends in our choir peeps. I see her parents pretty often and they’re cool.
We think the same way. The thought patterns we have are freakishly similar sometimes. About the randomest stuff. She has a big, sexy vocabulary (mmmm… language…).
We have personalities that are somewhat similar, and not exactly complementary, but that mesh in just the right way. We’re both introverts, and very conscientious of the other’s need to have time and space. She gets my blogging and all that internet stuff and encourages me to do it. In fact, she sat on the couch next to me with her Mac for an hour and mandated that I get some blogging time in today.
She makes me laugh. We laugh so much.
She’s so strong and has such a good heart. I want nothing but to take care of her and keep her safe and make her happy.
And, in case you hadn’t seen yet, she’s totally adorable.
Love it. Love her.
And it’s all so damn easy.
