The difference between smoke and fire.

The amazing thing about being with someone so good is that no matter what- nothing & nobody can rain on your parade.

He makes uncomfortable situations, easy. He takes my hands and wraps them safely in his… teasing a smile out of me while opening every door in my path. He treats my baby and my mama the same way. He just IS good.

I’m so thankful. ♥

We went shopping last minute for a dress to wear to the wedding yesterday, and he wouldn’t let me pay for it. He kept my mama company while I was getting ready.

He’s delightfully honest, patient with the chaos that is me and damn…

He breaks out handcuffs behind closed doors and leaves me shaking like a car on bad gas, biting back marriage proposals and picturing a baby with his pretty blue eyes and my happy smile.

Literally, figuratively and definitively the perfect man for me.

We came home from the store yesterday and I jumped in the shower to get ready to go. I stepped out to him spreading shaving cream over his head, smiling his beautiful blue eyes at me… and my mouth went dry.

J- Seriously the sexiest thing that’s ever happened in my bathroom.

Oh my gawd… if you haven’t watched a man shave his head shiny bald… find one… or youtube that shit- because nothing is so sexy as a man whose head rivals your legs in silky smooth softness. It’s ridiculously hot and I’ve always been a fan… but to watch it happen? Whoa. There aren’t words.

He grins at me in the mirror while he’s shaving and I’m speechless and planning the post-wedding after party in my head.

The wedding was beautiful, and it’s amazing to see two people who really love each other solidify their relationship. They’re a living example of how marriage is supposed to work, and their vows were touching, honest & sugar sweet. I had the privilege of proof-reading them ahead of time, but nothing prepared me for the tangible love hanging in the air while they read them to each other, standing at the edge of the lake. With my mom to my right, my baby girl in front of me and Superman’s hand on my back… I had to take a second to thank God for the many blessings in my life.

For my family- which means the world to me. They’ve been there through the hardest year in my life and I’m thankful they’re finally seeing it all turn golden.

For my daughter- who makes me laugh myself sick and consider breaking out my ovaries once again. She makes me who I am, and I wish I had a dozen of her.

For my friends- the true blue ladies and gentleman who have kept me believing in the good of people even after my year in Doucheville with the worst of mankind.

For my incredible boyfriend- who is the finest man I’ve ever known. Watching him handle a wedding that could have been awkward at best and disastrous at worst, I’m reminded again just how amazing he is. He wasn’t remotely bothered by the hoarding loser in attendance and he refused to let me be less than overjoyed.

S- You look just as beautiful in a dress as you do covered in dirt and fresh out of the garden. When you smile at me like that I picture you in a pretty little white dress, carrying flowers of your own… in that beautiful garden of yours.

Amazingly, he means it… and I listen to two of my best friends recite their vows and know unequivocally how amazing it is to be loved so purely, right down to the knitting needles I leave in my bed. Knowing in your heart that you want to spend your life making someone else as happy as they make you, is an overwhelming emotion, and I wiped the tears off my cheeks and felt his hand pull my hand up to his lips. I looked back and saw my daughter and my mother grin at him at the same time.

What a heady feeling to love someone and watch the closest people in your life, approve.

He took me for sushi and a post-wedding cocktail after the wedding and tips my friend 50% of the ticket then wonders out loud if he should have tipped her more. I apologize for any awkward moments at the wedding and he laughs.

S- Beautiful, I have nothing but gratitude for that guy. If he hadn’t blown it and had realized how lucky he was, I wouldn’t be sitting next to you right now. He did us both a favor and I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable.

My goodness… can it really be this good? Can a man seriously be this honest and … well… perfect for me? Yes… he can, he is, and he strives to be even better than I’m already stunned by him being.

We came home, turned a movie on and I fell asleep wrapped in the arms I always dreamed of.

I woke up to flowers on my pillow and the distant sound of him mowing the lawn. My favorite pink Rockstar in the fridge and a love note telling me good morning.

It’s easy for someone to say all the right things. It’s even easier to fool a girl like me who always wanted to believe in it… but this is different. He shows me he cares about me by helping me handle the million details that I drown in every day.

He’s mowing my lawn… after being the perfect date for the perfect wedding and letting me sleep in.

My friends like him, my mama thinks he’s wonderful… and I pinch myself every time he smiles at me. I’ve always been a sucker for a sweet talker… but a man that backs up his words with actions… could potentially land me in marital bliss with a baby in my belly.

I’ve had enough smoke blown up my ass to last me a lifetime… this wonderful man lights a fire in my heart instead of breaking it and I intend to do the same.

Bliss… with a side of handcuffs.

Don’t mind if I do, and again… thank you, sweet baby Jesus…

 

3 thoughts on “The difference between smoke and fire.

  1. You deserve it. And it really is possible, happily ever after. I broke up with the worst, maybe the second worst after reading your accounts ;) , dude and only a few weeks later met my man. It was fast and furious and wild and perfect. And a few years later…. here we are. Married, house, he is a father to my daughter and I have a brand spankin’ new baby, too. It happens. Every now and then Life gives you a do-over. You just gotta take it!!

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