I was looking at the post secret site today, and was struck by one secret that said, "Seeing your socks in my laundry makes me happy."
Remember when little things like socks in laundry or a new type of beer in the fridge or the car radio being set to one of his stations -- all things that can signify the existence of a new love -- made you happy? Those times, when I was brimming with excitement, nervousness and infatuation, were so much fun. I loved those feelings.
It's different now, five years into our relationship. Of course it is. I can say with certainty that seeing his socks in my laundry doesn't elicit any emotional response, except maybe weariness. It's no longer "my" laundry anyway; it's ours.
But the stuff now is awesome, too. Especially as we wait for our little one. Little notes predicting the date the baby will come, helping me put on my socks when I feel particularly huge, never bitching about the love affair I'm carrying on with the couch, these are the things that make me happy now. They don't cause excitement or nervousness. Instead, they cause contentment, security and appreciation. I love this, too.
I'm sure that, after all the trials and tribulations of having a newborn, there will still be little things that make me happy. It will be interesting to see what those things turn out to be.
1 comments:
couch-time is a requirement in the 3rd timester.
aw- this is a sweet post. i remember feeling that way too. you two are a great team. Mr W IS wonderful, and you guys are going to be great parents. with one helluva cool kiddo. i have a feeling you guys are going to get this super easy-going kiddo who LOVES to sleep.
i know some peopel say how hard it is (me too, because some parts are hard) but mostly it will be super fun and cozy and sweet. can't wait!
(cue the Final Countdown)
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