I was like, "Whaaa?"
Shy? Me? Since when?
But then I thought about it. It's not that I'm reserved or insecure around people . . . I've just come to realize that if I don't have anything to say, I shouldn't say anything.
I'm not going to talk just to make sound.
I ran into someone I hadn't seen in awhile at the store the other day. She asked, "What's new?" I replied, "Nothing. But, that's good. I'm happy with how things are." And it's true. Right now things are good, and I'm not anxious for anything to be particularly different. I feel very content.
I feel like I'm beginning to really understand what it means to love someone.
You know what? My marriage is not always perfect. Sometimes we disagree over petty things. Sometimes we argue. But, these things are so unimportant in the big picture. What is important is how my husband looks at me. How he isn't afraid to kiss my cheek in public. How he wants my happiness more than his own. That, my friends, is love. People are not perfect. And marriages are usually not perfect. But, love is perfect.
My husband is having a birthday in one week. And guess what? I have no clue what to get him. If he was a girl, I would have ten thousand ideas. But, I went the traditional route.
Any suggestions? What do boys like?
Speaking of birthdays . . .
Yesterday was one of my BFF's 21st. And I didn't even tell him.
So, Happiest Birthday Samuel!
I hope no one gave you a kitten.
Because I'm going to.