Mark has been hounding me to update and I just don't know what to update about really...

I've been cleaning a whole lot lately...I suppose it's what you would call spring cleaning and it's taking me forever. Mostly because there are small setbacks named Jonathan and whatnot.

We registered on the knot and made a registry and everything. It's odd because I know Kevin and I registered and Mark and Amy did too. Oh well. We also registered at target and have some nice things on there. And what i really wanted, a new set of pots and pans. I looked at those royal prestige pans, and they are, sorry Mark, one of the dumber purchases of the century. Three pots. For how much money?!!?!?!? And who would want to cook on stainless steel? Professionals sure, at least people with some cooking experiance outside of soup and sandwhiches. I'm not using them. They are still unused, boxed up in the closet where they will stay. It seems common sense isn't all that common.

So the date is set, July 6th. Our one year anniversary. Heh, I'll never forget how we came about. He realized he was in love with me and wanted a relationship with me, and for a solid week asked me out everyday. I didn't say yes because I was pregnant and I was afraid he'd leave me when I had the baby. But I loved him as much as I didn't want to. I forget if we were cleaning or what we were doing but we were here and I was tired so we layed down on the couch to take a nap and he asked me to go out with him again and half asleep I finally said yes.

I'm so happy generally. I have my moments of depression and loneliness...mostly due to the baby...I never realized how HARD this would be. Sometimes I think it would be easier to cut off my own leg than to be a mother. And also because I spend most of my time here as well, but since I've started to look into going back to college, I've felt a bit better on that. I know everything will work itself out in the end. Mark helps so much. I look at him and wonder why he's with me, he's such a blessing. I feel fulfilled laying with him in bed, snuggling up as close as possible...I feel protected. And I know I am. I know he would move the earth to take care of me and the kids. And he loves me so much, and I love him. And now I'm super mushy so I'll stop. Ick.

Found out Big Mike died. And other than that, no other news.

-Petra

written on 2003-04-02 at 12:27 p.m. by sweetsolace.

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