Friday, September 9, 2016

Well Hello

So much! So many posts to come! So slow to post them!

Since my last post.. a wedding. A marriage. Tears, laughter, anger, fear. Etc etc.

But writing any post brings me back to when I first met Aaron.

Meeting the person you're going to marry is some kind of emotional ride. We broke up no less than half a dozen times throughout our 8 years. But we still hung about knowing what the inevitable was. (And it has come to pass after all.)

I don't know what made him realize it. But I can pinpoint my realization to the moment I realized I loved this man.

We were going to have our first date night. Having only been "seeing each other" for about a week, I showed up at his house ready to go. We never went. He spent our entire time on the phone talking to other girls. And my heart overflowed the entire time.

I never heard his voice go so soft.
I had never dreamed he had some mushy, almost girly side to him.

When they finally hung up he wiped tears from his eyes and looked at me.

"Sorry Rhea. They're my girls. They always will be."

I heard stories upon stories. Skateboards he made them from random bits. Dora the Explorer he was forced to watch to make them smile.

The terrors, the horrors of twin girls. And how much he missed it.

Those are his girls. His Mia and Mya..
And if I wasn't okay with that, that was okay. I could go. But those were his nieces, and they would always be the first girls to have stolen his heart.

I'm okay with it. After all. They are his girls.