This last Sunday was Father's Day. We had a wonderful dinner with my mom and family, as we also happened to be celebrating my Gram's birthday. Later that evening, I had my usual brief contemplation on the state of my relationship with my father, and came away with the usual melancholy. This year was different, though, in that I feel so completely bouyed up by my relationship with Paul. So much of my Father's love was conditional. How wonderful and different and blessed it is to be loved so unconditionally by a man like Paul.
I still have those moments, rolling over in bed late at night -- "I'm really married to him? I get to keep him forever and ever and never have to send him back? This wonderful guy who I love so much and who loves me in return, despite all my weirdnesses and spilling and potty mouth?"
I am well and truly blessed. I'm also still in deep smit.