We're just us. We fight. We laugh. We have a lot of ups and a lot of downs and we've also seen a lot of couples who seemed stronger than us crumble apart so we figure that, with our nine year anniversary around the corner and a third kid on the way, we're doing something right.
The other day Serge wrote this thing that kind of broke my heart but also made me happy as hell. It's just so fucking honest that it's hard not to appreciate that I have a good guy who is always thinking and has an ability to step outside himself, assess what's going on, and try to make it better. Thing is, what he wrote... He could've written it about me too. We're both so screwed up about the whole mess of living and loving. But we're still here. Still living and loving (and fighting and not talking and bitching and moaning and crying and laughing.)