A year ago today...

He asked me to marry him a year ago.  I had returned from a long road trip with friends and within 10 minutes of us being back together, he popped the question.  (He said last night that he wasn't going to waste any time making me his.)  While I was gone, he had been asking every member of my family for their blessing and he had gotten the ring.  He'd shown it to his family and even texted a picture to my friend who was on the trip with me.  As he started talking, I knew he was going to ask right then because he was doing the shaky voice thing he does when he gets worked up about something.  

Wow.  What a year.  Today I'm sitting with his daughters as they play on his iPad and paint beads.  He's at work.  I've spent my week making meals and picking up beds.  We've gone swimming and walking.  We've watched two movies outside.  I've stopped multiple sister fights and given lots of hugs.  (I think I'm glad I didn't have a sister.  They're a lot of work.)  I've discovered the a crock pot and a dishwasher are a step mom's best friend.  

I don't think even I realize the growth I'm experiencing right now.  But I know I rarely feel like I'm in my comfort zone.  About 95% of the time, I feel like I'm guessing and hoping that I don't somehow ruin the girls.  I also don't want to lose myself.  Here's what I'm absolutely sure of: the 10 minutes before my husband and I fall asleep in the same bed.  I tell him about my day.  He listens, he helps, and he holds me.  And I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.  

I'm glad I said yes.