Real Love

I thought my feelings for my ball & chain can best be described by the legendary Mary J. Until I read the lyrics - turns out it's not really about real love... just not finding it. What's the 411, hun? What's the 411.

I found it. Real Love.

On one hand there are lots of reasons for the whys - but on the other there is only one reason. He is who he is. Not one reason to point to, truly, just him. I mean I guess the most important reason is he puts up with my crazy ass - but how he does it is so unassuming I can't help but be in awe with him almost everyday.

Example, you ask? Example I have.

Last week - or the week before - time is blending. I was putting the baby to bed. Saying my good nights and telling her I missed her already and would see her soon... Sunday night (it was Wednesday night at this point and I was shipping off to Beantown in the morning). As we left the room, I was carefully reminded (informed) that I wouldn't be back on Sunday - I had a meeting on Monday - and had to be back that night for his meeting on Tuesday.

I had forgotten. Again. Of course. Typically.

It turns out I was able to leave Monday after meetings and there was not a need to sleep over. After 5 days - just he and L; I was greeted with homemade chicken & vegetable soup in a spotless home. I was also sick as a D O G all week and couldn't have been happier with the delish soup. How lucky am I?

I texted a friend saying "If ever we didn't realize that C is perfection? Just came home. Homemade chicken soup. With a sht ton of veggies. I am in love."

Response: "If he divorces your ass. He's mine."

From my cold dead hands, woman.

It's not just crazy good food, the ability to make sense of my hurricane like ways around the house or amazing baby daddy skills. It's the patience of a saint.

The following morning (Tuesday) as I was saying goodbye to him... saying, "See you tonight!"

"What? I'm gone until Thursday night!!! Good lord. Good luck!"

I had forgotten. Again. Of course. Typically.

Anyway, long story short. Man am I one lucky B. Poor guy, though? HUH? Having to deal with this mess?