Things always work out, don’t they? Sure they do.
Friday, some time mid-afternoon, Brock sent me a message on Gmail. (We use it for chatting purposes.)
Interesting and wonderful how everyone weighs in differently on the subject – from ‘welcome to married life’ all the way to ‘it wont work out, you should break up’. My feelings tend to lie a little more down the middle. I’d like to believe this isn’t the best that it will be, but it also isn’t the worst. We both have a lot of learning, a lot of give and take… and a lot of CHANGING to do. Change is ok, change is good… change makes things better. Sometimes you need someone to tell you to suck it up, and call you a flower. It works.
Haha, I laugh at myself!
And! There is another resolution. I was being silly this weekend, cleaning the house in some little booty shorts and a tank (much to Brock’s enjoyment) with some loud music. Danced my way in front of the mirror. Yeah, I’m ok with my legs. They’re looking good. I can work with that!