This October, Marty and I will be married for 15 years. It seems like just yesterday that we started dating, yet I can't remember life without him. Today statistics show that 50% of marriages end in divorce and of the ones that are still married the number of those that are happy marriages is questionable. How can that be?
I have many friends that get tired of hearing how much I love my husband and they don't understand why I want to do everything with him. For those friends that might be reading this, you might want to stop now. This is going to be one of those blogs and though I love you guys, I'm not trying to make you jealous of what I have but I want the world to know and most of all my husband to know that I'm not afraid for the world to know how blessed I am.
My husband is my rock and my strength. He loves me fat and he loves me skinny. He loves me with long hair and he loves me with short. He loves me with make up but most of all with out. I don't have to protend with him, or hide things from him. We fight, we disagree, we say negative things but we love most of all. Our marriage is not a fairy tale, it's real. It's sometimes boring and it's sometimes hot but it always.
I try to remember to tell him how special he is. I try to remember to show him that life with him is like a box of chocolate: some filled with gooy carmal and some filled with yucky fruit thingys. I'm not perfect and I'm not always right but my love for him is. Valentines is here and it's the month of love, but with him, everyday is love even when I don't show it.
Marty, I love you. Happy Valentine's month! Josephine
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