8

Yesterday in the kitchen alone with feelings of insecurity, I brooded over a new friendship (no one that reads this blog... please don't be concerned) that is currently causing me frustration. It somehow branched into other relationships and I contemplated severing all ties and becoming a recluse.

While I was in this lovely mood Corey woke and came downstairs on his way to work. It didn't take long before I launched into the situation with him, telling him about my crazy thoughts that I know are crazy... about the weirdness and weaknesses in myself that I can't stand... about how I wish I were different etc. etc. etc.

He looked at me patiently. He listened to me with full understanding and compassion. And I was moved to remind him as I have on other occasions "you are the only person in the world that I feel completely normal with."

And it's always been that way. From the get-go 8+ years ago till now. The only other person that can come close to the feeling of safeness and openness that I have with Corey was my mom. It's not that I don't have other close and honest relationships with others... I do.

But they aren't like what I have with him.

I tried to put into words what I meant, hoping that I provide that same feeling for him. And even though it probably came out all messy and wrong, I knew he understood. And he assured me that he felt the same on his end too.

Then as he walked out the door and I told him "Don't worry! This house will be absolutely beautiful when you get home." He answered simply and sincerely "Just like the lady who lives here."

I love being married. Truly.

(Pictures taken from our date last week where we celebrated our 8th anniversary. We saw The Hunger Games-- loved it-- and ate out thanks to a gift card from Ed and Cindy!)