In two years, we've had one child and are expecting a second in the near future. We've moved north, closer to family. We've been in and out of a couple different colleges. We've picked up and dropped hobbies. We've bought one major appliance, and a car that is quickly becoming too small. We've bugged the crap out of each other, had fun together, cried together, and turned two disparate lives into one.
I can honestly say these last two years have encompassed the greatest permanent change and upheaval of my life. I've turned into a mother, which has fundamentally altered the fabric of who I am. Besides being really awesome at changing diapers, I've learned about as much as anyone can about the workings of the little person currently asleep in the other room. He's a toddler now, no matter how much I call him a baby. I'm happy watching him grow up, but it's a little sad to let the baby go. But then, in the next month or so I get to start the whole thing over again with a brand new little person, who is almost guaranteed to be completely different.
Ben and I are still learning each other. Sometimes I think I'll never really know what's going on in his head, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I might get bored. For the most part we've found a way to comfortably mold ourselves around each other, but it's a work in progress. We still piss each other off sometimes, though usually it's due to a miscommunication. Or my hormones. I have lots of those.
We're a real family, and I wouldn't trade it for anything, not on this world or any other.