I've started this entry about three times thinking I'll come up with something clever to say, but I've just ended up deleting every one. I was going to talk about my weekend, but that seemed to be too boring. Then I thought I would talk about snow, but then I'll just seem desperate to make a new entry. I think, instead, I will write about Adam.
I always pictured myself ending up with someone, but I just wasn't sure if it would ever actually happen. I never had boyfriends when I was younger. Lots of male friends, yes, but I was either too awkward or we were just too good of friends for anything else to happen. I prayed every night I would find someone. Of course, in those moments, I felt like I was wasting time and that I would forever be alone. I was also very young with no real perception of how silly that notion was. I guess being raised by people like my parents didn't help any of that. They started dating in their teens, got married right out of high school and started a family a couple of years later. I just grew up thinking that's what was supposed to happen. It didn't. Then I watched as my younger sister had boyfriend after boyfriend, and I still seemed to be alone. I would have these thoughts every so often of "Maybe next year this time I will be in a serious relationship." The next year would come, and still nothing.
My mom always told me that if you want something, you just have to put it in God's hands and let Him take care of it. I would try, but I was never actually able to do it. I would still worry about it and I just couldn't let it go. There were a couple times I would meet a guy, think things were going well at first, but then I would watch as it fell apart. I finally gave up. Turns out that's the best thing that could happen.
Adam is not who I thought I would end up with, but he is everything I have ever wanted. He's reserved where I am not. He's intelligent in the areas that make my head go fuzzy. He laughs at my stupid jokes, and makes fun of my idiosyncrasies (a lot). He's caring and beautiful. He keeps me centered, and he lets me know when I'm being over-dramatic. He lets me cry when I need to, but tells me to stop when I'm going too far. He loves my family and he puts up with our dysfunction. He helps broaden my taste in music and movies (like Rocky). He tells me I'm beautiful when I first wake up. He teaches me about God. He is wonderful.
I don't worry about what will happen with us, but something tells me it's just going to work out.
Until next time...
-M.
p.s. Sorry if I made you nauseous with all of my love talk, but you're the one that decided to read it. :)
I always pictured myself ending up with someone, but I just wasn't sure if it would ever actually happen. I never had boyfriends when I was younger. Lots of male friends, yes, but I was either too awkward or we were just too good of friends for anything else to happen. I prayed every night I would find someone. Of course, in those moments, I felt like I was wasting time and that I would forever be alone. I was also very young with no real perception of how silly that notion was. I guess being raised by people like my parents didn't help any of that. They started dating in their teens, got married right out of high school and started a family a couple of years later. I just grew up thinking that's what was supposed to happen. It didn't. Then I watched as my younger sister had boyfriend after boyfriend, and I still seemed to be alone. I would have these thoughts every so often of "Maybe next year this time I will be in a serious relationship." The next year would come, and still nothing.
My mom always told me that if you want something, you just have to put it in God's hands and let Him take care of it. I would try, but I was never actually able to do it. I would still worry about it and I just couldn't let it go. There were a couple times I would meet a guy, think things were going well at first, but then I would watch as it fell apart. I finally gave up. Turns out that's the best thing that could happen.
Adam is not who I thought I would end up with, but he is everything I have ever wanted. He's reserved where I am not. He's intelligent in the areas that make my head go fuzzy. He laughs at my stupid jokes, and makes fun of my idiosyncrasies (a lot). He's caring and beautiful. He keeps me centered, and he lets me know when I'm being over-dramatic. He lets me cry when I need to, but tells me to stop when I'm going too far. He loves my family and he puts up with our dysfunction. He helps broaden my taste in music and movies (like Rocky). He tells me I'm beautiful when I first wake up. He teaches me about God. He is wonderful.
I don't worry about what will happen with us, but something tells me it's just going to work out.
Until next time...
-M.
p.s. Sorry if I made you nauseous with all of my love talk, but you're the one that decided to read it. :)
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