Last night I went back and read some of Jake’s LJ posts from when we first started dating, and it made me incredibly nostalgic. I can’t believe how fraught with drama our lives were back then, which seems so foreign compared to how we get along now. We rarely fight, and when we do it’s usually over something trivial and within a few hours we’re back to normal. A few of his posts from way back talked about how he didn’t know if he wanted to ever get married, and he definitely didn’t want any kids. (I didn’t either, at that point.) And now we just have this . . . life together. And it feels so normal and so right. Now I have a husband that curls up behind me in bed with his hand on my belly, getting a huge kick out of his daughter elbowing or punching or kicking him in the hand. I have a husband that has been toiling and sweating over a dresser refinishing project for his baby girl, and he’s so proud of himself – and rightfully so. I have a total sweetheart of a husband and I just can’t believe that our relationship was so rocky in the beginning.