The latest

The night before I left for vacation, J and I had our "talk". I let him know that I had been unsure of where things were going with us and that I wanted to have closure with the ex before moving into a relationship with him. So I told him that everything was settled with the ex, that it was definitely over and I was ready to make a commitment to him. He was very understanding and said that he knew something was holding me back and he just hoped that I would choose him. I knew that things were getting serious when I left for vacation and I felt the need to call him that very night. I was used to talking to him every day now and try as I might, I couldn't keep myself from calling. When he answered, he was relieved because he was wanting to talk too, but was respecting my space and time with my family. My head finally caught up with my heart at the moment I saw him waiting for me at the airport, roses in hand (of course he remembers my favorite) and his face lit up upon my arrival. I think we are a good balance for each other. It's almost the cliche of opposites attracting. Where he is calm and easy going, I am stressed out and restless. He wears his heart on his sleeve and I guard mine from anyone getting too close. He walks around with me as if he is the luckiest guy in the room and I have to admit, no one has ever treated me like this before. In the beginning this scared me, now I have learned to appreciate it and enjoy our time together.

Life's a beach

So it's been a while since my last post, I know. I was sick for a month and barely made it out of bed for 3 weeks. Then it was off to the beach for our annual ladies only week with the family. As usual, we had an amazing time and it was great to relax and catch up on the family news. I had a moment when running on the beach one day and U2 came on my ipod. My thoughts turned right to Pat and I felt happy knowing that we had continued the beach tradition even without her. At first I wasn't sure if we should, but it's definitely what she would have wanted. I miss our talks, every few weeks, just to check in with each other and time for me to tell her all about my latest exploits as "Megan Bradshaw" as she deemed me in the last card of hers I kept. She was an important part of my life and I feel so lucky to have the scrapbook that she made for me so that I can look through it anytime I miss her. So a trip to the beach was well deserved and now it's back to work and the daily routine.