One Giant Leap...

Is this the big blog you've all been waiting for?

No, it's bigger than anything a blog could contain.

Today is our 6 month anniversary... Paul and I, of course... not this blog and I, that would be silly... especially since this blog and I have been together for about 4 years now.

But I digress.

It's also bigger than just that mile-marker announcement alone. You see, this weekend also marks the moment that he and I made the decision to do something that I haven't done at all this century.

P HAS MOVED IN WITH ME.

Although we've steadily been edging our way towards this inevitability, a big event occurred this past week that heralded the day sooner and in a more exciting way than either of us expected.

No, I'm not pregnant.

P walked out of his job last Monday. It's a story that he can and should tell in better detail and glory than I'll relate here... but the gist is, after many miserable months working under a couple of unbalanced bosses, he had enough and walked out.

But before you start asking how he'll manage, like a cat landing on his feet or bread landing butter-side down, in less than an hour he had a new job to start the very next day!

The best part: that job is on my side of town!!!

So for the past week, he's been living here every day. It's been awesome, but I won't sugar-coat the story. After the kids left for the weekend, we had to both blow off some steam at one another and throw a couple of tantrums, express some of our fears, then talk those out. What we both learned is that the only thing important is that we stay together... everything else is negotiable.

Today, we went back to his apartment and cleaned up a bit. He won't be officially moved out of his place until the end of July (necessary 30 days notice, and all that), but we're living together at my house already. You know what else?

I like it, despite the fact that I wasn't sure how I'd ever make the transition since I've managed to live without any other adult companion for the last 8 years. To be exact, my ex-husband moved out at the end of October 1999... so it's actually been 8 years and 8 months to the letter. I realize now that my bad marriage and a few other unfortunate circumstances left me quite skittish and unwilling to open myself up to anyone for all this time. I thought it was me... that I was unfit for close relationships... but now I realize that it just needed to be the right person.

Wait... number coincidences are jumping out at me. It's been 8 years and 8 months alone... and we're in the year 2008, no less. Hmm... that's very peculiar, because 8+8 is my favorite "magical" number (16)... and 8+8+8 is the day of the month that P was born (10/24)... and 24 also equals my birth day and month added together (12/12)... AAAAAAND the 24th was also last Tuesday, which just happens to be the day that Paul started his new job! Holy cow. You know what else those numbers prove?

I really am a huge dork for getting excited about math, that's what.

In all fairness to you curious readers, I haven't shared much about this relationship. And frankly, P was a little hurt by this fact at first... until I explained to him that the reason I haven't written much about him isn't because I'm not inspired, but because this relationship is different than all the others. It's... well... sacred, really. Even now, I really can't put it into words, because the connection is so strong. As he said to me tonight, "We fell in love with each other the day we met."

It's true.