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Happy Mother's Day
May. 10th, 2010 01:18 amSo Mother's Day just ended about 45 minutes ago. All the mention of it for the last few weeks has made me sad, but today was a good day for me.
The past few weeks have just been a blur of amazingness for me. Progress on the house has been fast and impressive. Sales have been going very well. The biggest difference in my life is that I started seeing someone. Joe actually works with me. He's one of the other salesmen in the office, and the first time I met him, I thought he was really cute. He's since told me that he thought the same thing upon meeting me. We've been flirting with each other since the beginning, but on the 17th we had a "team building" evening where everyone from the office went out for karaoke.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
duia also came along as Best Wingman Ever. The night was a blast, and Joe ended up kissing me at the bar.
The rest is, as they say, history.
Everyone we work with pretty much thinks we're adorable, even though they tease the hell out of us about it as well.
He's pretty much perfect for me. We have a ton in common. He's incredibly sweet, and he makes me laugh. He makes me happy.
With every other guy I've ever dated, I've wanted to escape at least on some level. I've never been able to sleep if anyone else is there. I avoided staying overnight with my boyfriends. The few times I did involved a sleepless night of me staring at the ceiling waiting for the minutes to tick down so I could leave. With Joe, it's different. With him, I can sleep. Last night, Joe got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. He didn't wake me up leaving the room; I woke up because he wasn't there. He makes me feel safe. I've never felt like this about anyone before.
Seems like I've gotten pretty far off the topic of Mother's Day, doesn't it? The truth is, for the longest time I would feel guilty about being happy. It didn't seem right to be happy after my Mom was gone. I think I'm finally truly getting past that.
My life is something that I never would have imagined a year ago. In a month, I'll be closing on my house. I have a job I like where I'm making lots of money. I have an amazing group of friends. I have a boyfriend who is crazy about me. I'm happy. I didn't think it would really happen to me after losing my Mom. She wanted me to live a good, happy life and have everything I wanted. I'm well on my way to that, and it's because of the person she made me.
I'm never going to stop missing her, but I'm going to embrace every bit of life that comes my way.
The past few weeks have just been a blur of amazingness for me. Progress on the house has been fast and impressive. Sales have been going very well. The biggest difference in my life is that I started seeing someone. Joe actually works with me. He's one of the other salesmen in the office, and the first time I met him, I thought he was really cute. He's since told me that he thought the same thing upon meeting me. We've been flirting with each other since the beginning, but on the 17th we had a "team building" evening where everyone from the office went out for karaoke.
duia also came along as Best Wingman Ever. The night was a blast, and Joe ended up kissing me at the bar. The rest is, as they say, history.
Everyone we work with pretty much thinks we're adorable, even though they tease the hell out of us about it as well.
He's pretty much perfect for me. We have a ton in common. He's incredibly sweet, and he makes me laugh. He makes me happy.
With every other guy I've ever dated, I've wanted to escape at least on some level. I've never been able to sleep if anyone else is there. I avoided staying overnight with my boyfriends. The few times I did involved a sleepless night of me staring at the ceiling waiting for the minutes to tick down so I could leave. With Joe, it's different. With him, I can sleep. Last night, Joe got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. He didn't wake me up leaving the room; I woke up because he wasn't there. He makes me feel safe. I've never felt like this about anyone before.
Seems like I've gotten pretty far off the topic of Mother's Day, doesn't it? The truth is, for the longest time I would feel guilty about being happy. It didn't seem right to be happy after my Mom was gone. I think I'm finally truly getting past that.
My life is something that I never would have imagined a year ago. In a month, I'll be closing on my house. I have a job I like where I'm making lots of money. I have an amazing group of friends. I have a boyfriend who is crazy about me. I'm happy. I didn't think it would really happen to me after losing my Mom. She wanted me to live a good, happy life and have everything I wanted. I'm well on my way to that, and it's because of the person she made me.
I'm never going to stop missing her, but I'm going to embrace every bit of life that comes my way.
