It's been 8 weeks with my man. Boyfriend has not become a word I like anymore than I did before, but it is what it is. He is my boyfriend. There, I said it. For his privacy, I will continue just to call .him Boyfriend.This is my blog and my willingness to share so openly. It's not for everyone and I whole heartedly respect that.
I am having so much FUN with him. We laugh all the time together. He treats me like a princess. Everyone morning, I wake up to a text message wishing me a good day.
Katie and Boyfriend have met. She calls him "HA." Don't read into that for his name--sounds nothing like it! We've had a few nights where Maggie has had something else like a sleepover or during the day activity with my mom where he and I have taken just Sissy out to play. Naturally, he's smitten by the crazy sweetness that is Sissy. He's met my brother, mom and grandma. We're having an adult Thanksgiving with just mom and "Mom Mom" since neither Boyfriend nor I have kids at all that day. My mom describes him as a keeper and says she really likes him.
We won't meet Maggie or his girls for a while. My goal is by my birthday at the end of January, he has met Maggie. I want to wait to get through the holidays though. I broached the subject of a boyfriend by telling her about Tracey and her now fiance getting engaged. "You know, Mr. M was Miss Tracey's boyfriend for a long time. What do you think if Mama had a boyfriend sometime?" Giggling, she responds with "Oh MAMA, that would be SO SILLY because then you would have to KISS him!" His girls are a bit older and I want to really be respectful and go slower on that. We have time. He's not going anywhere.
So, there you have it. I'm someone's girlfriend. A pretty special someone at that.