Sunday, November 24, 2013

A New Series: Because of You.

            It’s been far, far too long since my last post.  In a nutshell, I now live in a new city, have a new job, and have been house hunting with Wes for the last month.  Change has been in full-force.   But I won’t use that as an excuse for my absence this time.  Actually, I won’t make an excuse at all.  Because today’s post isn’t about that.
            I’ve wanted to get back into the habit of writing for a while.  So often, I identify myself as “a writer”, but in order to be a writer, you actually have to write.  Weird, huh?  So, I finally came up with an idea that would give me lots of ideas.  A series, of sorts, about the people in my life who have made me who I am.  The people who have made me into the weird, nerdy, Southern, over-achieving, monogram-loving, sort-of-athletic, writing woman that I am today.  So, here’s to those amazing people…I am who I am because of you. 

          Because of Wes…

photo by Erin Blinn

 Because of Wes…
I have someone to love and share each and every moment of my life with.

I am motivated and encouraged to be the very best form of myself.

I have a place to warm my freezing cold fingers and toes in this cold, new Kentucky home.

I get off the couch and go on a run (something I never thought I would do) because he has shown me that I can.

I eat buffalo sauce on literally everything and rarely drink Diet Coke anymore.  Instead I drink water and require several refills in one meal. 

I know that I’m not always right…because he always is. (No, really, he is.  It’s scary.)

I am, one tip at a time, learning how to grill. 

I am taken care of every day of my life.

I am now a basketball fan, and I can name all the scholarship players on the UK team (Ask me...I'll prove it).

I am obsessed with 24.

I am 100% comfortable being my true self because he knows every single weird thing about me and loves me anyway. 

I get to marry the man of my dreams.

I believe in my heart that all the dreams I have dreamed over the last 25 years of my life can and will come true.

(And, because of Wes, I am writing this post and remembering how much I love to write.  So, thank you for that, honey.  And thank you for your part in making me the woman I am.)

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