And I realize...I love her.

I was talking to my mom on the way home from work tonight and I had a couple thought that I'd like to record for posterity:

1.) My mother is undoubtedly the greatest woman in the world. No, it's true, it really is. I'm sure your mom is a tip-top old bird, but my mother truly is the apex of humanity. The relationship we have is a very special thing, and I am SO incredibly grateful to her for it. She knows me, she accepts me, and I love her with all my heart. I called her and told her about my nutty pseudo-sister-in-law (as has been chronicled here ad naseum, Julie and I aren't married- does that make her my sister-in-sin?), and she is just a very calming influence, and she exudes love. Man I'm lucky!

2.) Julie excites me. I don't mean in a dirty way, I mean in a way I cannot explain. Well, the dirty way, too, but I digress. It's not your garden variety excitement, it's new and different. It's like she's a different person, but not. (how's that for excellent writing?) She's intriguing, she's electric, she's...Wonderful. I realized today that I love her so much more than I had realized before, and I realized just how lucky I am that she is in my life. She's just a tremendous person with an enormous heart, and I am honored - and fortunate - that she will be the mother of my child. Truly, the baby is lucky, too.

3.) I don't believe that the roller coaster of emotions I'm feeling have truly been allowed to come forth because I've been so goddamned preoccupied with Julie's families responses. I think it's time that I note that fucked up things happened, and then let them go. Julie and are aligned in our lives and our thoughts, and nothing else matters. That being said, I'll never forget the depths of selfishness that her 2 siblings exhibited. Ok, NOW I'll let it go...