Five years ago this happened:
I married the best guy I’ve ever met and I became a step-mother to two kids that are so smart and talented that I can’t hardly stand it.
Sometimes I reflect on the fact that when I was a young monkey I just wanted to be married SO BADLY. I wanted someone to love me, to be someone’s favorite. I really had no idea that marriage would be, could be as satisfying as it has been these past five years. I didn’t know I’d like it this much.
This isn’t to say that everything is always 100% perfect, because it isn’t. No marriage is and no blended family comes together without some bumps and growing pains along the way, but the overall loveliness of my life with these guys is unspeakably precious to me.
I love you Mr. Monkey.