As strong as I have to be...

Here's the deal. I am a girl. Through and through, a total girly girl.

I like make up, nail polish, and purses.

Jann Arden, Alanis Morrissette and Adele are just some of my fave female artists, and pink is my favourite colour.

I cry at movies, commercials, and beautiful moments between people who surround me.

I wear my hair long, and rarely leave the house without mascara.

I'm not really in to dirt, monster trucks, really loud noises, bathroom humour, or guns.


I don't want to think about new tires for my car, or read the instructions on how the hell my new camera/tv/external hard drive works!


I don't want to caulk my windows, and I definitely don't want to go to Canadian Freaking Tire to buy stupid light bulbs.


I am also a really strong girl.

I can bench press 60lb dumbells. Yes, 60lbs. Dumbells.


        Per.


            Hand.


I own my home, deal with the bank on my own, and pay most of my bills on time.

I have been doing my own laundry and making my own lunch since I was in 3rd grade.

I have learned every single lesson in my life the hard way. The gift of foresight wasn't bestowed upon me, as it was my beautiful sister.

I have unquestionable resilience, and I have stood on my own for a very long time.

I am definitely one of the strongest girly girls I know. I am as strong as I have to be with my walls, my insecurities and my doubts.

It is exhausting sometimes.

And yet, I have longed to feel, for lack of a better term, taken care of.

Everywhere I went, I always had my eyes open, looking to find a genuinely nice, consistently kind man - not entirely convinced that I would find one, but knowing they existed because all my bestfriends are married to them.

I wanted deserved! someone I could lean on, share myself and my story with, and someone to help me carry the load, so to speak.

I wanted deserved! to find someone who is proud to be with me, gets why he is lucky to have me, and does the work to keep me....around, and interested.

My whole life, I always envisioned and hoped that I would fall in love with my best guy friend. And I did. Multiple times. They just didn't love me back.

Unrequited love is still love, right?!?

This time it is different though. The "L" bomb has been dropped, reciprocated, and we are finally past my holy-shit-I-am-falling-for-him-and-it-scares-the-hell-out-of-me stage, too.

We are in it. Not going anywhere. Doing it right, taking it slow, carefully considerate where his ex and son are concerned, and laughing our heads off every step of the way.

Finally! I feel so ridiculously lucky, so sweetly cared for, so gently understood and so strongly supported that I had to share. Because if it can happen for me, it can happen for you...I have no doubt whatsoever.

I hope that you are having an AWESOME day!
xoxox
~J