to jump with both feet...

Again, while procrastinating, and watching dumb tv shows on the WB (or whatever the station is called now), I am having some deep thoughts, ha!
I am the kind of person who jumps with both feet. I don't think I know how to half ass anything. Sure, my liberal arts education has taught me the art of bullshit, but when I put my mind to something, or commit to something, I put all my effort into it. How else did I end up with twins?
When Carl asked me to marry him almost 7 years ago (wow, that seems like a long time), I obviously said yes. I said yes immediately! We were determined to make our engagement last through college, but we never needed to work very hard at it. We were in love, in college, and had very few responsibilities. It was easy to jump in.
Fast forward seven years....I need to remember what it was like in college. I want to connect with the people that we were, the two kids who could look at each other and the impending chesapeake bay exam didn't even make it on the radar. Now, the bills and the kids, the cracking dining room ceiling, the mortgage and the jobs seem to be overwhelming us, each leaving their mark on our relationship. Who would have ever thought, all those years ago, that we would be here, now, with all of these responsibilities?
My goal? When I feel so overwhelmed by everything else allowing them to take their toll on my relationship with my husband, I will shut my eyes and remember what it was like, that perfect and very hot day at the beach when I said yes. We are still those same two people who jumped with both feet into this adventure, we just need to step back and remember that from time to time. If I had it to do over again, I would still jump, whole-heartedly with both feet!