I'm lucky to be married to my best friend, Brian. Brian and I met in college and married a few months after he graduated. I had graduated the year before. That's right, folks. I'm a cradle robber. At first it didn't seem like that big of a deal. What's nine months? But now that we're getting into our 30s I totally get why every month matters.
But never the less he's still my guy and I wouldn't want it any other way. The best quality about our marriage, far and above, is how we laugh. Everything we see is grounds for an inside joke. Get us in church, make eye contact and we're done.
Together we love college football, making fun of reality television shows, and good wine and beer. And martinis. See above.
Brian is musically talented playing both the piano and guitar as well as singing. He was born in the wrong era. He should have been Frank Sinatra or Dean Martin or Don Draper. He likes to call me sweetheart in that deep, husky, I-just-took-a-puff-of-my-pretend-cigarette voice.
Brian and I always knew we wanted kids. A little over two years into our marriage our little guy came along.
William is social and talkative, a complete extrovert. He shares Brian's love of music. He can memorize songs on the radio after hearing them only once. He wants to be "the best football player in the world!" He is 100% boy in every stereotype of the gender. He has the grandest imagination, often inviting imaginary friends to the dinner table. He thinks the world is his stage. He's sweet and kind. He hands out kisses and hugs for free and is sure he's going to marry his mama when he gets bigger.
Two and half years after William entered our world, we got our little Lucy. When they plopped that pink, squirmy baby on my chest I could not believe she was a girl. I think every mother assumes that whatever gender your firstborn is, that's what you're always going to have. You can't imagine wandering into the pink section at Baby Gap after years of buying blues and greens. But here she is. My little girl. She's full of frills and bows and lace and pink, pink, pink!Early this year we found out we are expecting our third child this October. This brings me so many different emotions. Even though this was a "planned" pregnancy I admit that I had mixed feelings about the whole thing. One boy, one girl and a whole heap of chaos already. What business did I have adding to that? But when I heard that tiny but oh so healthy whoosh whoosh on the Doppler at ten weeks of pregnancy I knew instantly he/she was all mine. All a part of the bigger plan. And I'm so happy we said "yes."
So that's us, our tiny little church of four, soon to be five. We're navigating through this crazy world just like the rest of you trying our best and laugh, love and live.
