Skip often says to me: "You can't stop progress." Sometimes as a joke, sometimes serious, sometimes just to fill a silence as I think he just likes saying it.
There has been so much change in our lives of late. The obvious change of moving overseas and all that entails, but also more subtle changes in the family dynamic as the kids grow and mature. Some of it wonderful, some of it difficult and tiresome.
Skip and I have been together for more than 15 years, which for a young pup (ha!) as myself, is a pretty long time. I'm definitely not the same person as I was when we met, and neither is he. Thankfully, we've managed to grow with each other and (mostly) still like each other's traits - I know my antics in the kitchen and my snoring drive him crazy and probably always will.
We were sitting on the couch last night and I looked at Skip and something really hit me. In the past few months he's really soaked up all this change. He's been so open to it and is enjoying it. I've loved seeing him do things he wouldn't ordinarily do, try new things, socialise with people of different ages and backgrounds and talk passionately about topics he would have glossed over in the past. He even ate Indian food with his hands, like they traditionally do. That's a big thing for him and his messy food issues (see kitchen antics above) and I so wish I was a fly on the wall at that lunch!
Looking at him last night, made me realise that I was more in love with him for it (and not just the hand-eating Indian part, I'm not that odd). I realised that change is often good and it can turn a decent relationship into an even better one. I'm glad I'm not that 21-year-old I was when I met him. I'm glad that you can't stop progress.