He's a Little Bit Country, I'm a Little Bit Rock-N-Roll

The Sugar Daddy and I have been ball-and-chained for almost eight years.

Count 'em. 

EIGHT! 

Some days it feels like we've been together for two decades and other days it seems like we just met; not sure what that means but feel free to psychoanalyse. 

I was recently talking to a girlfriend of mine that just realized Seth and I eloped four seconds after meeting each other and she was blown away, saying she would've never guessed we jumped into marriage so fast. But as corny as it sounds I like to say, "when you know, you know." And we knew. Quick.

Here's the thing, he really is my best friend. And not only do I love him and am in love with him, but I like him too. That might sound silly but ya'll, I know so many couples that don't seem to truly be friends as well as lovers and its amazing the difference you can see in their relationships.

I know eight years isn't a 53 but I can tell you this...

You can't stop doing what you did before you were married. The easiest way I know how to explain it simply is this: I call Seth my boyfriend. It became a joke in our family after a while because when Owen was about three years old he heard me refer to Seth as my boyfriend and he said, "Mommy! I thought you and Daddy were married!" Oh my sweet boy, we are. But I treat him like my boyfriend; I strive not to become complacent. I strive not to take him for granted. You have to keep that spark there. You can't let it die out. 

We're opposites but we're alike. 

Seth is organised. A perfectionist. Schedule-oriented. A rule follower. Neat. Orderly. Likes predictability. Realist. Analytic.

I'm so disorganised. Perfect is not worth my trouble. I couldn't stay on schedule if I was paid for the most part. I don't bother learning the rules unless its to make a point to break a few. Chaotic. Like certain things orderly...sometimes. Change does me good. Dreamer. Creative.

We're both homebodies. Have a dry sense of humor. Curse like sailors. Are open-minded. Aren't easily offended. Don't sweat the little things. And have similar dreams and goals for our family. 

It helps. It does. And man have we grown together. We use each other's strengths rather than fighting about them. He's good with money and it bores me to tears so he deals with it. I think I check our account like twice a year and it's usually because I'm trying to find proof I paid for something because I need to return something and I've not surprisingly lost my receipt.  

I'm good with Mary Poppins type shit, so Seth doesn't know things like where detergent goes in the washer. Nor does he know where anything in the kitchen is located. We have very tradition roles in a very not traditional house. He takes care of the outside. I take care of the inside. He makes the money. I make the babies. It's a win-win, folks. It's how we like it and what our personalities drift toward. We make each other better. 

If I married someone like me we'd be starving artists. Living on our deep passionate love for each other and a prayer to a God we weren't sure (but secretly hoped) existed. Our kids would have names like Tulip and River and our mothers would ask us constantly for updates as we'd always be planning our next adventure. 

If Seth married someone just like him they'd be a career-oriented power couple with 2.5 kids name Catherine Elizabeth and Michael Robert David whom they put in daycare the second maternity leave was up. The paperwork to their investments would be filed neatly in their home office and their mothers would call once a month. On the 3rd. At 12:30. Simply to say Hi because they'd already know what they were up to otherwise because, well, they had a plan and they'd stick to it. 

See? My life would be chaos. Seth's, mundane. We need each other. I give him the right amount of wild and he gives me the right about of responsibity. 

One day, years ago, after dragging him to do something he initially only did because I insisted, we were laying in bed that evening and he was saying how much of a good time he had. It made me smile. "What would you do without me?" I asked him teasingly. 

"My life would be very boring." he said. 

And without him, mine would be a mess.
Here's to many more years of yinging and yanging in the most perfect of amounts. And here's to choosing each other every. single. day.

Xx, Lor