Sometimes I feel weird about Jason.
Not like, "Oh EWW. It's HIM" or anything. He's nice and cute and heck, I've known him for nine years now (as of tomorrow! Actually!) so I'm used to pretty much everything he does at this point.
Like...take Thanksgiving for example. The four of us were sitting around the table and I thought, "Holy Hell. He's here voluntarily".
I know that sounds weird. But you know, the kids were born to me and they can't drive yet or anything so they are pretty much stuck as being part of my family.
He's not. He picked this.
He fits in so naturally. He actually fits in much better than I do as evidenced by the fact that I nearly racked him last night while we were at a super fancy party and he was trying to be a gentleman and help me remove my coat. What can I say? I'm not fancy. After that I managed to act right the entire evening, even though it was an ultra-fancy place with all these fancy people. My co-workers even commented that I acted better than anyone else. But still. In general? So not fancy.
Sometimes, I guess, I'm just amazed. That someone would choose to stumble into this craziness, look around, and decide to stay.
I'm so glad he did.