Real Love Is.
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.