Photo: LA TimesI watch The Bachelor. There, I said it. I have watched it for years. It feels good to get that off my chest. I watched it on Monday when Jake (who, I think, is a total dork) proposed to Vienna. Here's the thing... I actually learned something from watching The Bachelor. I know, hard to believe, right? I actually gained some perspective. I realized, again, that am really very blessed; blessed to not be on The Bachelor!
(we each have to have our own couch) and I am thankful. When I hear those women talk about what a good man is, how a good man is so hard to find, how they have been hurt and cheated on over and over, I am relieved and thankful to be in my shoes, and not theirs. Although, some of them have some pretty fantastic shoes, they don't have what I have. A husband who is loyal and good. Amazing children. A home where I know I am always loved. And I'm glad it's not me on National television in a ball gown crying about how I want a husband (give me a break). I am more than happy to settle for my Target PJs laying (seven months pregnant) on the couch adjacent to my adorable husband. I'd rather play, "guess which hand" with my three-year-old than mud wrestle in St. Lucia... wait, that I might actually consider. As long as my cute husband is the one I'm wrestling.