Tonight, I realized I am witness to a full-on bromance. As we talked about our plans for our housewarming wedding reception, I watched my hubby and my surrogate brother discuss in an almost giddy fashion the beer that they will make. How kind I was to marry the paramedic so as to provide these two with their first beer keg making opportunity. Apparently, it takes longer to weigh all your beer making options than it does to plan a three layer beach themed wedding cake. Who knew!?!On our wedding day, the paramedic and I did not dance. In fact, we have never danced. So I wonder what it means that tonight, for the second time, the paramedic shook his moneymaker with my surrogate brother? But who can be mad when you are witness to two white guys tummy bumping to dance music?
Is my nose out of joint? Well, for the number of times that I whine "you were my friend first" you might be inclined to think so but I am not. Honestly, I am not. I am thankful. The bromance makes the paramedic happy and makes me laugh. It does make me wonder: are they brovers? Not that there is nothing wrong with that.
I am also thankful that a funny little kid who, for the longest time, would only speak to me at the cabin actually jumped into my arms tonight to give me a good-bye hug. Jumped! We are truly thankful for this family who have embraced us as a couple and who only ever ask for our friendship in return. To know that we are unique and interesting to another couple is almost as special as finding the one person who truly gets you. Cheers to the elusive gift of couple love... in a non swinger way.
Having someone offer to make your wedding cake is an incredibly generous and meaningful gift. How truly lucky we are.
As I write this, with the paramedic snoring beside me, I feel nothing but love. Gushy, cheesy, yell it from the mountain tops love... and I give thanks for that every single second of every single day... even when the beer induced snoring is super duper loud.
