J and I have been married for 8 months now. We have gone through so much in the last year-- my new job, marriage, baby, buying a house, selling a house, another new job, dealing with a rent house... you get it. So last night as I was laying on the floor dying (ok not dying just sick) I realize how lucky I am to have this man and our real love. Real love is....
- the husband who draws you a bath and pours warm water over your back while you soak
- the husband who then holds your hair back while your puke your guts out
- when he doesn't look at you like you're crazy when you say you need to go into work today just for a couple hours to get things done
- spending $1400 on your dog who had to go to the puppy ER
- letting your mom stay the night even though you do not always get along with her just so the two of you can get a whole night's sleep
- understanding why you need 3 "brown" pairs of shoes
- letting you sleep til 6am and feeding the baby when she wakes up ay 5:30
- going to World of Beer with your husband even when you don't like beer because you just like spending time with him.
- watching your husband kiss the baby before he leaves for work, and then making sure he pets both dogs
- Doing life together, the good, the bad, the ugly.
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