Let me get this straight, do you want me here?
As I struggle through each and every year.
And all these demons, they keep me up all night.
Uhm. I'm kind of a handful these days. The effort I am making to clear out my ghosts, to look fondly at my faults, to live in (not around) my emotions is baking up a not so tasty cake for the people around me... ok, for my husband. Let's face it, he's the right and only man for the job and he loves the way I cook, even when I'm cooking "crazy".
I fell in love with him for a lot of reasons but the one that I tell most people about, because it's so beautiful and rare and incredible is that he wants to change! He wants to be better and he wants to settle in to the good parts when he finds them. He's not perfect and he gets on my nerves and... he, he sees me. He knows me and he loves me anyway. And I'm pretty sure he's going to for a really long time and when that time is here, we'll remember right now in the best possible light; because that's just the kind of man he is.
(and just so you don't get jealous that i'm all sitting in my bed with a glass of malbec and a wistful look in my eye: this whole time Lincoln was crawling all over me going "wheeee, wheee, wheee in this deep, guttural voice and then he straddled my lap and drooled into my cleavage.)