My husband gave me the greatest compliment the other night, though honestly, I don’t even think he realized.

We were having some movie time while the kids were on their Amazon fires in their beds, and I forget why, but we started talking about my husbands ex-girlfriends — nothing crazy just a comment or two.

And I don’t even really recall what exactly we were chatting about or what I asked him that lead to this,

but he said to me

“You're your own bucket.”

Even now…

I’m smiling as I type this.

“You’re your own bucket.”

Damn straight I am.

And thanks to him for reminding me of that and for informing me that it’s the very reason he loves me so very much.

Often,

I feel like I’m different.

One of the weird ones.

“Quirky”…’cause that’s how people describe you to be nice and not hurt your feelings.

Often,

I feel like an oddball.

A strange duck.

A lost lady.

But the truth is,

I feel like I don’t fit in,

because I don’t

- in the best way possible.

I don’t fit in ‘cause I was born to stand out and born to be loved for it.

And I thank my lucky stars every day that I found an incredible man that loves ME for it.

I AM MY OWN BUCKET.

And,

damn,

it’s truly beautiful to be married and head over heels in love with man who

1) values me

and

2) loves to fill mine.