I sit here at work today trying to find something to blog about and let me tell you that sometimes blogging can be kind of a bitch. I sat here and wrote a few drafts when I happen to look down at my desk and saw a picture of Brittney and I when we first started dating. Not only am I thirty pounds lighter in this picture but it came to my mind that this was taken three years again.
I started to think about what was my life looked like three years ago. I was living in a small apartment with my roommate and his girlfriend. I had just got out of college and had that whole “I have no idea what I am doing with my life” thing going for me. I was working as a third shift cashier at the local Harris Teeter while also working two to three days at the last Blockbuster in the world that is open. I drove a beat up 1998 Jeep Cherokee that I had since high school. It sounded like a tank coming down the road. I loved it. I was barely making ends meet but was having the time of my life.
Then one day I came down with pink eye and had to go to the doctor’s office. What I did not know was that visit was going to change my life forever. That was the day I met my wife. We started to date and we had an instant connection and I knew that this person was a “game changer” that flip everything upside down.
Soon I got my first real job after college which I am still there. I moved out of that apartment and moved in with Brittney. After that we were engaged and then six months later we got married. After we moved in to our first house it was not long after that Brittney and I were expecting our first child and then January of this year our daughter was born.
Looking back on these past three years I am still finding it hard to believe that it has been so little time. What can I say? When you know, you know. Brittney and I don’t always get along but we have a deep respect for one another. She deals with my crazy one man dance parties in the kitchen, my constant complaining about our malfunctioning bathroom scale, my weird laughing in my sleep, and my loud and smelly man gas that usually is a result from eating too much Subway. I deal with her need to be right or to prove herself right, her crazy and somewhat expensive sweet tooth, her weird obsession with Keith Urban, and her “rage blackouts” that leave me crying in the corner. That last one is not true. Still we make it work. Thats love!
I would not change anything that has happened in the past three years. I would do it again if I had to but maybe with the whole staying thirty pounds lighter. I have a feeling that Brittney and I have so much more to look forward to. We are just getting started and now that we are parents, the real adventure is about to begin.