Intro....part 2

Meant for me........every girl has a mental list of the characteristics that makes up their perfect match.  Of course, as we get older it changes some.  Some of mine.....funny AND can make fun of themselves, cares about other people, blue eyes, can express their feelings, plays guitar (so they can sing to me), dark hair.....just to name a few.  When I met the one who was meant for me, I wasn't looking for him.  We met in a class and he encouraged me to apply where he worked.  I did and a year later or so, was hired at the same fire department as him.  Still wasn't looking, or even really noticing, for anyone.  Contrary to popular belief, chicks DON'T become firefighters for the guys.......You form different relationships with your co-workers on a fire department than any other job.  You have to.  You depend on one another with your life.  I was on the department for an entire year before it happened really.  From day 1, he was always the most helpful at training me to be part of the department.  I liked that, and felt comfortable asking him for the help.  When it was time for me to learn how to drive the equipment, (once I was cleared to go with someone other than an officer) he took the time to get me my hours.  Our relationship evolved from just a friendship around this time.  I didn't mean for it to happen.  We had so much in common, and understood the whole fire department dynamic.  We spent hours in the middle of the night together when we'd get a late-night call, while our significant others were at home asleep.  I know, its all very cliche.  He fit the check-list though......and once I started to see this, I could see nothing else.  Those sparkling eyes that transformed from blue to green and back to blue.  The dark, beautiful lashes.  I loved how they were always watching me.
I fell for him really hard and fast.  It only took a couple months of REALLY looking at him to know he was created just for me.  I still believe that.....just so we are clear.  This is all written in past tense just to give a history.  Much (too much) has happened between then and now, but it doesn't change whats been written in the stars.  I was put on this earth for this man, and he for me.

An Introduction.......of sorts.

Well let me start by saying that I'm absolutely scared to death of this blog I just created, and putting my thoughts out there.  I used to write, really well actually.  That was before kids, before marriage.  I think I felt judged and misunderstood by the one person who was supposed to know me best and never pass judgement on me......and that was the end of my writing.  I still have that last piece of writing, though it seems quite juvenile now.  But I was 19 then, and I'm 13 years older (and wiser???) now. Oh how my world felt complicated back then.  See I was a mother and a wife both at 19.  Hahaha.......I'd love to be able to go back and tell my 19 year old self that those were the easy and "carefree" days.  Ok, not really carefree.  There's certainly a lot of problems that go along with having a baby and getting married at 19.  Shocking, I know.  On that note, I should warn that I have a sarcasm level higher than anyone else I will EVER know.  Annnywaaays......I married a wonderful man.  We met in high school.  Totally in love.  No, for real......I love this man.  He works hard.  At times during our marriage hes had two jobs, plus done things on the side for cash.  No, not those kinds of things......the legal kind.  Trimming or cutting down trees, until he fell 30 feet out of one and shattered and dislocated (imagine that, hmm) his foot.  He's a wonderful, and patient father.  Not so helpful around the house....but hey, what husband is?  And the bottom line, most important of all, he truly adores ME!  Wow!  So marriage should be easy peasy right??  Ehhhh......ok, I don't think I know a single married person who would say marriage is easy.  Its not.  It takes a lot of work, and the perfect combination of a whole lot of factors (trust, honesty, cooperation, consideration, blah blah blah.)  I'll say it again, I really do love this man.  He is my best friend.  I'd like to say he knows me better than anyone, but alas, that is not really the case.  He is everything the 19 year old me needed for a lifetime of happiness.  He knows me as well as I've allowed him to know me.  Then there is the other one......The inspiration, so to say, for this blog.  The one, that was meant for me.