Life as of Late

Now that we're finally leaving cold winter days behind and the sunshine visits me regularly, I'm a much happier, more well adjusted woman. We've been staying steadily busy and we're looking at a major increase in busy-ness over the next several weeks - visitors for 2 weekends in a row, 3 weekends of weddings, some odd weekends off, the besties from VA flying in, finding out if Husband makes Chief, Disney, birthdays, holidays....well basically we're booked from now through February 17th of next year (DD#2's 1st birthday). I'm happy to stay busy because the truth is when we're not, and all of our time is spent wrangling our two little ones at home, we go kinda stir crazy. We complain that we're tired in the mean time, but really we're no more tired than usual - we may as well be making memories while we're at it. I've re-established contact with a couple close friends in the last few weeks. One, it's amazing, I feel like we're both going through very similar things in our very different lives. The other, the other is comfort food. I don't know how else to describe it. I'm grateful for the conversations I've shared with both of these individuals and my goodness, to have friends. What a blessing. Before all you steady friends of mine get all up in arms about this - don't, I don't discount you for being constants, I applaud you for sticking by me for so long. It's funny really how full-circle some things in life will become. Having a friend come back into my life at a very difficult time for them sparked the most honest conversation Husband and I have ever had with one another. It was amazing and I am completely grateful that it happened. It was as if Husband, who I thought I knew through and through, revealed this hidden dimension to me...and I was amazed by it. By the rawness of it. By the complexity of the emotion he had about his own situation. I have forever considered him a black & white kind of guy and for the first time in a decade of being together, I saw his gray emerge. I was also allowed to say what I've been trying to say for so long but just never quite had the guts to do so. I remember telling him after many hours staying awake entirely too long that I didn't want to speak or move because I was afraid that the clock would strike midnight and our coach would turn back into a pumpkin. I'm glad to say that didn't happen, not completely any way. A new plane opened up and we're existing there simultaneously right now. I hope neither of us sinks or swells outside of it.