Today is May 18, 2007.
10 years of marriage, exactly.
Ten amazing years that were full of sock-u-in-the-gut moments. Our first teensy-weensy apartment that we bought OURSELVES with the money we got from selling one of our cars. (We each had one when we got married.) Our first moment of knowing that we were in this for good...no matter how hard that particular moment was. I knew that my husband was not going to leave. Period. THAT was a hard concept for me. He was in this for the long run, and frankly it took a few years for me to accept that. But I did. We got married very, very young. We had to finish growing up together...and we did. Honestly, me more than him. I had to figure out what real life meant compared to the fairy tale I had made up in my mind.
Oh, but the hundreds of moments have made it absolutely worth it. Moments of complete and utter joy, when our daughter and son were born. That squishy newborn look. The scary, intense moments in the hospital...and he was ALWAYS by my side. He has slept on a hospital cot for many nights, honestly never missed one. The most scary moments of a life, and the most simple moments of laughter and full of love. THOSE shared moments are what make a lifetime.
He has worked LONG hours to provide for his family, and then come home at night and said "honey, you are tired, lay down and I will finish feeding the kids and put them to bed" (Ok, that one happens mostly only when Im pregnant, but its still pretty darn great considering he gets home at almost 8pm.) He has never said no when I have asked for his help. He is a fantastic father, and quite simply, my man, my love, and my life partner.
I hear him snoring in the other room right now, and I just appreciate him being here. He has always made me feel pretty and desired...even when he had to crawl into a hospital bed to "stare into my eyes" and hold my hand.
I would be lost without him, and I thank God every day for the family he has given me. That he has given me the strengh that is in this man. That he will teach me to appreciate him more every day and to let him know that he knocks my socks off...still.
Thank-you husband for being the man, father, and love that you are. I would not be me without you.