My Writerly Blog

I'm sitting in my ("our" he keeps reminding me) living room right now, with our "kids" (two dogs, two cats, nice and round) sleeping all around me. The first Christmas tree I've had in over a decade, complete with those favorite ornaments from my childhood and a star topper I made myself, glows colorfully in the dim light of midnight. There are numerous stockings hung out: the ones my great-grandmother made for me and my mom, and those I just scripted names on for him and the dogs and cats (okay, so I went a little overboard with the Xmas spirit crap). He knows what kind of cream I like in my coffee; I know what kind of toothbrush to stock his cabinet with. My family adores him, and while my first visit to his home of Australia is still six months away, I already feel like his family is my own. If this is the first blog entry of mine that you've read, this might all seem perfectly normal and mundane to you. But if you've read some of the others, m