like riding a bicycle

when i never had to learn how

28 April 1987
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On February 4th, 2008, I went on a blind date with a friend of a friend. I was convinced it would never go anywhere, and that he had no personality whatsoever. We got married on May 3rd, and found out we were pregnant on June 22nd.

February 23rd, 2009, at 6:58pm, Darius Alexander was born. Nothing is ever going to be the same, and I like it that way.

Married life is *hard*. It's a lot more expensive, it's harder to connect with your single friends, and neuroses that were perfectly acceptable before become untenable. I'm learning a lot about myself and my husband, and we're having to fit ourselves around each other in unexpected ways to make this thing work. Even so, I've never been happier, never felt more like I actually belong. For someone who's felt like a misbegotten misfit her whole life, the importance of this can hardly be overstated.

I'm a wife, a mom, a sister/aunt/cousin/friend/daughter/in-law. I'm a housekeeper, baker, laundress, errand girl, dictionary, dairy, and organizer. I've had to become a lot of things, to a lot of people. I've never been so happy.