...I went out on a date with a very cute blue-eyed boy. We chatted (awkwardly at first) over coffee, ate Mexican food for dinner, and then hit up a local pub, where we played pool and I got drunk on two apple martinis. Despite the fact that I accidentally sent a cue ball flying across the room, that sweet blue-eyed boy kissed me (which led to many more kisses that night). And then he actually called me the next day. And the day after. And the day after. And the day after that...
It's been five years since that night. I'm writing this post in the darkness of our bedroom, while that lovely blue-eyed boy is snoring loudly with his arm thrown around my waist. Our baby sleeps peacefully in the next room. Elsewhere in our little house, our three cats are throwing one of their crazy night raves. Dirty dishes are piled up in the sink. Leftover unsold wares from our yard sale yesterday are strewn about the living room. Bills are unpaid, laundry is unfolded, and we haven't mopped or vacuumed in who knows how long. Our life is terribly imperfect, oftentimes reverting to complete chaos.
In the midst of it all, I snuggle into him and just breathe. He is my peaceful place, my quiet warrior, my soul reflected back to me.
Happy five years, my love.