It just occurred to me that it was six years ago this month that I packed up life and moved to a new city...where I didn't know anyone. I started a new job (finally) in my industry. I thought I was on the road to forever with The Ex.
Then less than a year later, I was devastated. I felt like my entire world had just collapsed in on itself. I had packed my life! I was in a new city! I didn't know anyone there! I was left broken-hearted by the man I had put my life on hold for. We had been together almost 5 years. Weren't we supposed to be getting married and having babies? Instead, he went along with his new girl and I slugged my way through a short-lived office romance and an ill-advised few dates with a liar from Tennessee. I even flung myself at a happily-tied-down Mr. Smith.
It was the worst desperation I had experienced since college.
Yet, by June, I had met Puff. And my life was on the road to recovery. I was on the path I was meant to be heading down. And we did get married. We had a baby. We are living the life I always wanted.
But it's not easy.
Sure, we have traveled together and have made wonderful memories. We've cherished moments and showered Bimmer with kisses. On the flip side, we have petty arguments and tiffs over stupid things. We've dealt with some pretty bad hardships. But we've muddled our way through. Together.
I came home late one night after drinks with my girlfriends. The house was mostly dark and it was totally quiet. I walked into the living room to turn off the light and had to step over a few of Bimmer's toys. I had to stop and smile. This overwhelming feeling of contetment flooded my entire body. When I peaked in to see Puff and Bimmer snuggled up in bed together, I knew I was right where I was supposed to be.
My life may not be perfect, but I have been abundantly blessed with all I have been given. As my 3rd wedding anniversary and Bimmer's first birthday roll around this month, just know I am so happy. Even if I don't always act that way. I'm working on it.