Just another Manic Monday on Tuesday

That title really has nothing to do with what this post is about but my brain is so random.

I was talking with Michael the other day and told him that I love our life so much and if you would have told me when we first started dating that I would be so happy with what we have now I would have laughed.

I always pictured my life to be different. How I'm not really sure I can't put my finger on it.

Michael is 9 years older than me and while the age difference has never affected our relationship, it has molded it.

I married someone who was ready to buy a house, and have babies, and be responsible.

Now I work a big girl job 5 days, 40 hours a week. 3 days a week I drop off and pick up my bubbie lou from day care and we head home to start on some yard work.

We get excited about planting a garden, and having the pool opened. My nightly routine includes picking up a million and one toys and watering my hanging baskets on the front porch.

Heck my birthday gifts this year were some of those hanging baskets I water every night.

All this to say that my priorities are so different and while most people my age are just starting to get married I have been married for 5 years. And I'm ok with this.

I'm ok with this life that some people look at and declare boring.

I'm happy, I'm blessed, I'm in love with my boys and I'm looking forward to soaking up this calm time because it's not what I thought I would have, it's so so much more.