If there's one thing I've learned to recognize it's a blessing. Sometimes it's like a lightbulb that goes off. Other times it's a steady influx of data into my brain, reminding me that yes...I am insanely blessed.
Things are very hectic right now. I've slacked on blogging because I'm feeling a little unfocused, I'm weighed down with stress and deadlines and I'm honestly not sure if I'm going to continue. I started blogging originally as a way to get in the habit of writing everyday. That's not an issue anymore, so I have to wonder why I'm doing it...I'm just reevaluating, I guess...
Still. That's beside the point. It's just floating around in my brain.
In all my stress, I sometimes fail to see Adam's stress...mostly because he is busy making sure everyone is alright.
I've gotten into scrapbooking again, and in going back through older pages, I remember why I did it in the first place. Because every once in awhile, on a night when your daughter comes to you at 9 p.m. and tells you she needs a "photo of our history" you'll start scanning images and run across the ones that remind you of things like this.
Of things like yes, you are married to the perfect man for you. And yes, he really does love you that much. And yes, he is the most creative, talented man you know...but you're together for a reason.
Sometimes I forget to tell him how amazing I think he is. How proud I am of his willingness to completely change our life because he knew it would be better for our family in the long run. It's been a hard, hard year, but he continues to face every challenge with such positivity.
I never would've had the courage to jump if he wasn't by my side.
I am not a mushy person. I'm not even really all that affectionate. I sometimes forget to speak Adam's language. I get caught up in my own bad day and want to make sure he knows it was HARD for me that I forget maybe he wants relief from the stress.
I am proud of what we've done, moving here and changing our life. I'm proud of Adam for being willing to learn something completely new...and difficult. I love that he's THAT kind of dad who comes back to the front door for "one last hug" just because Sam asks.
And most of all, I am blessed...because this man is the greatest person I know...and I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
