Get Out Your Barf Bags

So it has been a while since my last post. And things have... transpired. The biggest and most important is that I have found the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. No, not the keeper. He just may have finally grasped that I'm not coming back. No, not the enigma of a man who helped me leave the relationship I was unhappy in, and then, like the Littlest Hobo, was gone again.

It's another man. A man I dated twelve years ago. I was his first girlfriend. We spent the month of August hanging out, holding hands and kissing. He left for university in Saskatchewan and we decided to try and keep the fire burning, through letters. But after a month or so, I wrote him a five page rambling mess that ended in "PS - You're dumped." He came back for Christmas and for New Years Eve we made out in a stairwell after slamming packets of KoolAid. And that was that, for eleven years.

And then, through the power that is facebook, we were reunited. It was actually the second day I had my account. Not even a full twenty-four hours in fact, when I received a message along with a friend invite, from Ren, asking if I was who he thought it was. It was. We chatted a bit and when I moved to Calgary, we started hanging out. He helped me through the hardest parts of a crappy fall, and we became very good friends, then make-out friends, and then I told him I loved him. It was perfect. I moved into his house about a month ago and we haven't looked back since.

You may read back through the Diaries of this genius and see such things as, "I have come to the conclusion that it is the fool who chains himself to a single person for the entirety of his life." or "No, I never want to have children. NEVER. EVER." Turns out that it wasn't these things I didn't want, I just didn't want them with what turned out to be the wrong person. The right person, however, can make you see that yes, you can spend the rest of your life with someone and yes, you do want children, lots and lots of children with beautiful curly hair and gorgeous green eyes.

Gentle readers, I have found this person. And I am going to marry him. And we are going to a have a collection of babies with dark curly hair and bright green eyes. We're going to fight and make up (and make up again). We're going to put up Christmas lights at Christmas and hide eggs at Easter and cover the house in spider webs at Hallow'een. We're going to fight with teenagers and ask ourselves why we thought having them was a good idea. We're going to cry at their weddings and bounce their children on our knees. We're going to sit on the porch and grow old together.

I know you're all sick to your stomachs right now, thinking, "What has happened to this girl?" I'm sorry for the gooey love story and I promise to return to the usual witty anecdotes that keep you coming back. And one more thing before I go, now that your stomachs are empty, we've already looked at rings, and I'm anxiously awaiting the day I scream, "YES!!!!!!!" (although I'm screaming it quite often these days as well...)