Until the 27th of January of this year, I'd never REALLY been in love. I was 32 at the time.
I'm not necessarily happier now than I was before, but there's a whole new layer to my life. In a way things are more complicated.
A few years ago my uncle had shocked me when he told me that his wife was more important than his kids, that he loved her more than them. I don't have children, but I can imagine feeling the same way for Nathalie if/when we have wee copies of ourselves.
I work a lot (and love the job), so I don't have a lot of free time. And now a good deal of that spare time is spend with the love of my life. But that means that some of what I used to I can't anymore or it doesn't get done with any kind of priority.
But the upside is getting to spend time with someone who is frankly fantastic, more than I could've reasonnably asked for. And most importantly she challenges what I used to consider as priorities.