February 11.
December 18, 2009

Shortly before I gave birth to Charlotte, my husband and I ran across a few of my old journals.  They were tucked away in a box in the guest room, those once-loved old things, and they were covered in dust and grime.  When I saw them, I shrugged and put them back in the box.

But when Donald saw them, he hunkered down and started reading my past thoughts out loud.

People, this is my marriage in a nutshell.  I saw a bunch of crappy old journals and thought I’d shove them in a forgotten corner of my house that never sees the light of day.  And in a few more years, I’d probably chuck them.  My husband, on the other hand, saw a gold mine of opportunity, a treasure chest of jokes at my expense.

Oh, how I wish that man had kept a journal or two of his own in his more stupidity-driven days.

Anyway, most of the entries were pretty dull.  Some were funny.  A few recounted short adventures about which I had completely forgotten.  There were several random observations about things like which of my hips is higher than the other.

And then, just as Donald was about to give up, he hit the jackpot.  He had finally flipped enough pages to find the stuff about him:
-      August 8.  Met a man today.  He is very tall and has dark eyebrows.
-      August 12.  That tall guy called me by my name and it shocked the hell out of me.  How did you know my name?  I asked.  It says Sarah on your nametag, he answered.  OOPS.
-      August 19.  I have made a mental note not to flirt with that man hereafter.  He is far too tall and looking up all the time hurts my neck.
-      September 10.  If I had known that tonight would be a DATE, then I would not have invited a third party.  Sigh.
-      December 22.  That first kiss was perfectly romantic.  But I still wish that I did not have a cold sore.
-      December 23.  Unexpectedly started my period and had to beg Donald to drive me to the grocery.  MORON EXTRAORDINAIRE.

The one I’m here to tell you about, though, is something else.  There was this one slot that said, AND I QUOTE, “I could live without him.  Which is good because I just don’t see a future with him.”

I have never been happier to find out that I was dead wrong.

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  1. By beyond on December 18, 2009

    isn’t it great when our former selves make us laugh and cringe? i love this. and in 15 years charlotte will love this too.

  2. By on December 18, 2009

    haha! So cute!

  3. By Michelle on December 18, 2009

    I’ve been reading your blog for a while now and LUV your sense of humor!  I used to keep journals also but have since thrown them away.  The only thing written that I’ve kept are my poems throughout the years.  And my current journal.  Isn’t it funny to go back and read what we were thinking back then?!  Ya’ll take care.  And HELLO from Virginia!

  4. By Heather @ The Joyful Kitchen on December 18, 2009

    Isn’t it funny how the things that mean the most to us now were so completely unexpected? When I met my husband I thought he was cute, fun, and sweet, but at the time I never expected to marry him. Now, I could never EVER imagine my life without him.

    Thanks so much for taking truly insightful things and putting your hilarious spin on them…makes my day every time I read it!

  5. By Jennifer on December 18, 2009

    Oh, please share more of this story!  I love all the talk of Charlotte-really I do, but let’s talk more about how you and Donald got together and then decided to have beautiful little Charlotte!

  6. By on December 18, 2009

    Awww…Feb. 11th is my due date.  :)

  7. By jaimey on December 19, 2009

    I have a box of journals from my stupider times as well. I refuse to chuck them. And I refuse to allow hubby to read them. He can read the ones about him but luckily for me he chooses not too. :) Glad you were dead wrong too, you two seem very happy.

  8. By Chantal G on December 20, 2009

    Isn’t it funny how people grow on you and then you can’t seem to live without them?! If someone would have told me that I would end up marrying the man I did and have two beautiful children, I would have said “What, that’s impossible. No way!“ But here we are 10 years later, married with two beautiful children. At first, I couldn’t imagine being with him, and now I can’t imagine my life without him. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me!

  9. By Mrs. Sitcom on January 02, 2010

    Fantastic! So glad Mr. Perfect has not found my old journals…equally cringe-worthy!

  10. By Gabriel Boucher on August 22, 2011

    Great story and brillantly told!!! How fun it would be to find my wife’s journals - if she ever had any :)





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