after speaking with someone,
(wtih whom i have recently started to have long heartfelt conversations about life and everything in between)
she has made me come to realize something.
a few somethings actually.
something i feel awful for never noticing.
(being that her situation is highly different from mine)
and something that makes me so happy, i want to burst with tears of joy.
she, just tonight, compared mine and rockstar's relationship to that of a fairy tale.
as i blushed, it got me thinking. then explaining.
1. my friends used to laugh at me. they would tell me my standards for boys were too high. and love wasn't like it was in the movies. i wasn't going to get the fairy tale ending that i wished for. it didn't happen like that.
2. i did get it. but i guess it is more fairy tale in words than it is in life. let me elaborate.
myself & rockstar husband.
we have an amazing relationship.
one i couldn't have ever even dreamed of until it happened.
(one day i promise i will tell the entire story of "us")
it is fairy tale.
he's says the right things.
we do tons of fun stuff.
we laugh and laugh and laugh,
we like the same things and hate the same people.
everything just works.
it works, because we work.
we have to compromise and accept and forgive.
and a million other things that are not easily done.
especially for 2 strong willed people such as ourselves.
we bicker about nonsense, we get moody and we are down right nasty sometimes.
(we've never actually yelled at each other tho)
but everyday there it is.
my happily ever after.
he says the right things, and we do tons of fun stuff.
i explained to my new friend that i discovered what love is all about.
you know you love someone, like full heartedly love someone,
when you are the maddest at them. like infuriated with them.
but you don't want them to be anywhere, but by your side.
when i am my angriest, i need him.
i want him to tell me it's going to be ok.
i want him to love me.
i only want to be with him.
(sometimes we feel like this)
(and sometimes he draws hearts out of pizza grease for me)
i have the most amazing family in the entire world.
there are a million of us, and together we can conquer the world.
i count on them for most everything.
they are the nails that hold me together.
they have made me me!
the more i talk about them to other people,
the more i realize. i am the luckiest girl in the world.
(i may have explained this before but just a refresh)
my grandparents had 6 amazing children.
out of which came 17 amazing grandchildren.
which then came 3 great grandchildren.
unfortunately, my grandparents are no longer here to see how this family has grown so beautifully.
but i know they see.
so basically, i grew up with 16 best friends.
i love them each for different reasons.
i mean we are all so different.
some grew up in cali, some long island, some upstate, pa, chicago, and nyc.
we were everywhere.
but it didn't stop one bond from being formed.
people can't even keep up when i talk about my family.
they are seriously my life.
and i know that they are amazing.
and i know i should be beyond grateful.
but i think sometimes we need a good reminder.
to how good our life really is.