[#blessed]

#blessed

This past weekend was a wonderfully crazy one.

 

Short version:

-I met Peter’s kids.

-And spent Easter with his family.

 

Long version:

As I walked up to Peter’s house late Saturday morning, I started getting nervous again. I thought I had shaken all my jitters and worries, but apparently that wasn’t the case. What kind of questions are they going to ask me? How is this supposed to work with him if they don’t like me? What if I’m not ready to meet them? My hands were instantly sweaty as I knocked on the door, but within 30 seconds all the uneasiness went away. His daughter, who’s 4.5, told me she wanted me to sit with her in the recliner until we left. I think I was trying to prepare for meeting them by thinking of it as an interview with serious questions and such, when really, kids that age just want someone to play with and pay attention to them.

It probably helped that his kids are both really well behaved, respectful, and we had stuff planned. Kids are funny though, they don’t understand having a need to be accepted and liked, and therefor they just accept and like everyone. Peter says they really like me, and I’m not trying to be cynical, but I can’t help but think that they like everyone. He assures me though that they really like me. Before they went to bed, they asked, “Miss Stephanie, are we going to see you tomorrow?!” And that’s when I about died.

Honestly, in my perfectly planned out life plan I didn’t see any kids in my life until I was at least 30. I want them, but I didn’t think I’d have them until later on, but life has a funny way of throwing you curve balls that really end up being underhand pitches. (You like that baseball analogy?) Peter was an unexpected surprise that has turned into this wonderful thing I can’t imagine being without, and he just happens to come with two adorable, sweet humans. He told me before our second date, which was the day after the first, that he had two kids. At that point I already had such a strong connection with him that even though they were eminent, I didn’t have any worries or insecurities about the things that would go along with that in the future, which I saw with him before that second date. The heart is an amazing thing, just when you think it’s as full as you’d ever need it to be, it makes room for more, and I’m happy to fill it.

 

Sunday┬ámorning started early, but I showed up with coffee, so everything was fine. The four of us drove to Everett, where Peter’s parents live, and went to church. Lunch was lovely, and I was appreciative of all the veg friendly foods available for me. (Peter’s mom even made the potato casserole without cream of chicken!) After lunch we just sat around visiting, talking about Jean’s book, my trip to Dubai, and a multitude of other things. I don’t think any of us really wanted to leave, but Peter had to get the kids back to their mom, so we had to go.

For me, it’s never been about the holiday, but more about the people you get to see and spend time with.┬áHolidays without my family have been somewhat emotional for me┬áthe last year or so; I’m still figuring out how to come to terms with this, because, in the long run, I probably won’t be moving back to Syracuse. Family is one of the things that I hold dearest, and to be able to have found someone who understands that, and is the same way, is immeasurably amazing. It’s an┬áincredible feeling finally realizing that you’ve made yourself a new home.

 

– S

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[359] In the Zone

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I’m finally getting to some work that needed to be done, like, weeks ago. I’ve been a little distracted.

Speaking of distractions, I met up with a friend who I used to work with in Syracuse. She’s in town visiting friends, and her boyfriend’s family. We got some drinks, drank them, and caught up. I really like getting to see people out of the context you know them from. It’s pretty nice.

 

– Stephanie

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[303] Tabled Dreams

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I did a lot of football watching and apartment furniture planning today. I even drew the rooms to scale and cut out paper furniture, also to scale, and moved it around on the paper like I was rearranging my apartment. It was kind of like playing with paper dolls except it was an apartment layout and I was dressing it up with paper couches and chairs and tables. Still fun, though.

 

– Stephanie

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[274+275] Scanning Eyes

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I have never combined two posts up until today, and the ONLY reason I’m doing it is because I did the exact same thing today, as I did yesterday: read. I’m in an altered…emotional state, so I wasn’t really feeling like the most social butterfly. Plus, that would have involved taking a shower and putting on real clothes which I was SO not feeling. Instead I awoke from a glorious night of sleep Saturday morning and started reading a book that I’ve had on my dresser for maybe 4 months, finished it around 6pm, started the next one in the trilogy, and finally stopped reading a little after midnight.

This morning when I rose from the depths of my down comforter and heated mattress pad, I immediately began to read again. Since it is Sunday, I had the Bills game on in the background, but my eyes were completely focused on the words I was reading. I haven’t binged read like this since June when I started and finished Mockingjay at the Chicago airport on my way back from visiting my family in Syracuse. My eyes felt sore, if that’s even possible, so this afternoon I took a break to actually watch some football.

I’ve managed to start a load of laundry and avoid going grocery shopping today, although that is something I will definitely have to do this week.

 

– Stephanie

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[261] Sunny Sunday Sun

261My day started with a cute boy in a bar, watching football, and drinking a mimosa. When I got home I opened up the windows, because the weather was basically perfect, finished up my laundry, watched some more football, albeit sad football, and took a nap. I love waking up with the sun on my face…it’s like drinking an instant cup of happy.

 

– Stephanie

 

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[167] Just Another Thursday…

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…except it’s not at all. I keep thinking it’s Sunday, which means my brain is prepared for it to be Monday, except it’s actually going to be Friday, which is throwing me off, like, a lot. It was a mellow 4th for me that finished up with watching fireworks from the porch, and when I got cold I went inside and watched them from my bed. Not too shabby.

 

– Stephanie

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