People That Fit

Me: "So I went to the gym today..."

Matt: "And how was that?"

Me: "Well, on my one side, I had the uber pregger mom-to-be trying to prevent unnecessary weight gain, and on the other side I had the exhausted new mother who just gave birth and is now trying to burn off the "baby" fat."

Matt: "That's Utah for ya."

Me: "And then there's me, who goes to the gym because I actually enjoy it.  I just don't fit in here honey."

Matt: "It doesn't matter beautiful, because you fit in right next to me." 

I've heard it been said that the first year of marriage is one of the most difficult times in a couples life together.  Now I'm not sure if that's due to small stuff such as sharing the sheets equally at night or bigger issues such as what family traditions are kept and practiced for the Holidays.  Either way though, disagreements are bound to happen and when they do it can be a challenge in of itself to talk about your challenges with each other.  One of my current challenges is living in a place that I despise more than anything. I hate Utah, I hate the horrible driving, and above all else, I hate the people here.  I just don't fit in here.  So if the first year of marriage is already one of the most challenging times for a couple, how much more challenging do you think it is spending the first year of marriage in a place that both of you don't particularly like? (To put it nicely, that is.)  Let's just say there are so
many days that I feel like we are single-handedly starting WWIII.

But then there are other days, as quoted in the above conversation, where I don't think life could get any better.  While in the middle of one of our many disagreements, Matt and I shared how we both felt like we have disappointed our families and have both been coined the "failure" of all the children, so to say.  That really got me thinking, because in my eyes, there is no way in hell that Matt is a failure of any kind.  Sure he makes mistakes and I can assure you that he me more angry than any other being in the universe, but it's all worth it because he and I both found a place where we fit in perfectly.  I know exactly where my place is and he knows exactly where his place is - by each other's side.  That lead me to think that maybe that's our own definition of love.  We both have never really fit in anywhere until we found each other, then all of a sudden life had so much more meaning and it didn't matter where we were or what we were doing as long as we were with each other.   No, Matt could never be a failure to me.  He's too... perfect. Maybe there's more to love than just sharing sheets and family traditions. Maybe everyone has a different definition of love, and when you find someone who has the same definition of love as you, then you call it falling in love.  Maybe Matt and I fell in love because we feel like we finally found a place where we belong.  Maybe instead of saying, "I love you" to each other, the greater compliment would be to say "I fit with you".

Or maybe I'm just full of crap and have no idea what I'm talking about.  Haha, ya, that sounds about right. But if by some small chance I am right, then what's your definition of love?