2:43am – Early morning, can’t sleep again

I sit here, listening to the Wedding Processional I’ve composed.  After all the years of being alone, it’s so different (believe me, in a very GOOD way) to be getting married!  I never would have seriously thought myself married, especially not with the particulars of our situation. 

I’ve always longed for one special person to settle down with.  I remember meeting My Mikey.  It was what seems like forever ago, though we speculate it was within the past three years sometime.  No matter how hard we try, we can’t pin any certain length of time to how long we’ve known each other.

We were members of a group for gay penpals on Yahoo.  I wrote in a post, being my usual self, be that good or bad.  It was great, in one regard.  It brought a reply from the most beautiful, wonderful, loving, supportive person I’ve known in my lifetime….My Mikey.  He said he found me witty, charming, and funny.  Now, how can you go wrong with flattery like that?  Since I am an attention hog, I ate it right up, of course.  I wrote back, and thus started a great adventure,  which has lead to my becoming a husband, father, and grandfather. 

Since December 9, 2003, my life has changed in so many ways.  That is the day that My Mikey and I decided we would like to be a couple.  1 1/2 years later, we’re going stronger than ever, and I am growing happier each day.  I know I am blessed, and I am extremely grateful to God for my blessings. 

I know how it sounds, but I’ve always wanted to be a mother, and now I have my chance.  My Mikey…aka Laurie…is more like a father to the girls, and I have a strong maternal streak, so here we have a female body (My Mikey’s) who is the father, and a male body (mine) who is the mother!  What a bunch, eh?

It’s different, but it works for us, and…not to be rude…that’s all that really matters.  It will be nice if others can understand, but as long as OUR FAMILY understands, that’s what counts. 

Hank and I are trying to negotiate a truce.  I truly hope we achieve that, because if we can’t get along, then what kind of family life will we have?  We’re also working on Piers, who sometimes thinks he hates My Mikey.  Of all the people in the world to hate, he picks MY MIKEY?!!!!!  That’s pretty fucked up, and I don’t like it one bit.  I understand what goes on in that mixed up brain of his, but I don’t like it. 

So life goes on….happily, might I add!

Much love!

My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack