Time for some catch up. The last year and few months has been pretty major. Just about everything in my life is different, all for the better, and still pretty shocking.
It all starts with Becky. We met several times, once at Target as customer and worker, next in the distance on a snowy day at my apartment complex, then online as semi-faceless words on a screen, and finally in person, all flowers and awkward smiles and kissy kissy. We went and saw our first movie together, 21 Jumpstreet, then drove around looking for stars but never finding any.
After all the wrong people and poor choices I'd made, I thought I'd be compromising to find that almost someone. Then Becky came along and - bang - she blew off the roof. Left me standing staring up at a blue sky. Perfecto.
Now we share our everydays. We actually didn't finally meet until after we'd been talking for a month and a half, but then we did and thankfully everything told over the phone came true. We dated, I met Will and the three of us spent time together, more and more, and now I am out of the bachelor pad living in a home with other people, people I love, and stuff.
I have a new job, new car and new furniture. (We got couches!) And I gave Becky a ring last December. And we have a baby, Joseph. And I bought a whole mess of matching plates and bowls a month ago at Goodwill. And I got a step stool so Will won't climb all over the counters when he needs something from higher up. My phone's new, too, but the same kind as my last one. Takes great pictures. And I really like the new companion on Doctor Who. Did I mention Becky loves the Doctor, too?
I've never experienced a moment of regret or doubt in all of this. Didn't look back when I left Target, didn't bat an eye when I traded in the Focus, and felt no pang of remorse when I moved the last of my things (mayonnaise, two ice cube trays and a floor lamp) from my old apartment. I'm right where I should be, as a dad and a partner.
She's the end for me, too, Becky. The end of my days, my joy, my worry and every choice I make. And someday at the end of my life, waiting to say, "You got this one right thing." And I'll still be awed, even then.