I KNOW, I KNOW.
Why would I want to do that when most of our family is here on the east coast??
I blame yesterday's heat and humidity - that shit makes my brain and body all warm and fuzzy and agreeable and it was clearly a dangerous combination.
Plus, he was promising me all sorts of things to go with all that sunshine like a lifetime of happiness.
Umm, yes please.
And did I mention the beautiful babies he wants to make with me?
SEE?! How was I supposed to resist all that? He clearly brought out the big guns. Of course I want that, and he wants that with me! So, now I'm asking myself, would it really be that bad to pack up and go??
Now, I was never one of those girls whose ultimate aspirations were of and only married life - a white picket fence and my 2.5 kids someday living in suburbia, happily ever after. And not that there's anything wrong with that! That was just never me, or at least not my main goal.
But I've been with my husband for over 10 years now - 9 years dating and 1 year married - and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want our own version of the happily ever after dream. I mean, are we ready? Yea, probably. But I'm sure it's apparent that after 10 years and no babies yet... we're not in any rush. We'll get there when we get there.
So, are we moving to San Diego? Probably not anytime soon.
But it's possible? Sure, why not.
I love my husband, but let's at least hope I'll be of sound mind and body and not nearing a heat stroke next time we seriously broach the subject.
