So one day I was sitting in class in college, bored out of my skull (it was pathophysiology. Come on. Give me some slack) and surfing the internet landed me at the highly addicting site, Pinterest.
I LOVE Pinterest.
Anyway. Typically annoying Mormon female, here, I have a Pinterest problem.
Though my boards aren’t full of Releif-Society-crafts and varied-holiday-themed home decor (my Batman board is pretty epic, not going to lie!) they are pretty full.
Not too long ago I was surfing through and I found this. And it was just PERFECT. And I LOVE it.
Maybe even more now, because we’ve just spent the past three days this weekend moving to a new (old 🙂 ) place, after being in one city for our whole 10 years of marriage, the last 7 of which were in one house. But anyway.
I shared it with my hubs. It’s how he makes me feel.
We went to a friend’s wedding a few years ago and during part of the ceremony she said to her groom, through tears of emotion, something along these lines, that he made her feel like she was home. I’ve just always thought it such a beautiful sentiment.
And it’s EXACTLY how I feel about MY mister.
I didn’t date around a whole bunch when I was younger, but I’ve never with anyone else ever been just so…COMFORTABLE. Another Pinterest gem I found one days says “home is where the pants aren’t” which makes me giggle, but the suggestion of emotional/psychological & physical contentedness is bang on.
With him I can be me. Unashamedly, one hundred percent, just me. Me on my good days, and bad days. My fat days, and my hot-mama days. My nagging, lazy, pyjama-pants and B.O. days, and my fancy-schmancy, productive, fashionista days.
With him I am home. No matter which me wakes up in the morning I am always free to be just that me. I have it made in the shade. He makes me love being me, because he loves me so.
Love you, babe. Thanks for giving me a home, no matter where we are, who we’re with, or what we believe. Here’s to us, our girls, and our new home.