Fast forward five years and on March 7, 1997, and Eric and I began this road called marriage. We took an indirect route to the altar. There was the summer of love. There was a break up. There were broken hearts. There was the hesitant restart of our friendship that led to dating once again. We drove 30 minutes to see each other on the weekends and would then drive further distances for day hikes, camping trips, and many date nights. We never lived together. And then...I can remember the moment and realization that I just wanted to marry this man. But we would wait. Eric wanted us to have a house. He wanted me to clear my debt (bad me) and be clear about financial responsibility. He wanted me to be sure of who I was and that he really was the right choice for me. Never a doubt in my mind, honey. Never.
For the first ten years, it was just the two of us. We traveled. A lot. We bought, fully remodeled, and sold our first home. We had two incomes and enjoyed date nights every Friday night. Talk about the easy life!
And then infertility hit and the dark days began. At that point, I knew Eric was my foundation. I took everything out on him and he still put up with me. When Alexander arrived, our marriage recreated itself with this wonderful addition! Now, you've got this third party completely dependent upon you and you've got to figure it all out. Together.
Right now, we're in a very good place. Communication is flowing better. We're laughing more than ever. We've learned the balance of time for ourselves, time for Alexander, and time for our family. I'm learning that the titles of Mom and Wife are better than the title of Ms. M. And I'm sure he's learning things too but this is my blog so we'll only talk about my learning curve.
He truly is my best friend.
Then and Now.