I'm sitting here trying to think of something ,anything, of interest to write here for you all. It seems so futile because all I can think of is my sweet CCB. I know a mushy post will likely send many of you to the next blog yet that is all that is in my head. Sorry. You've been warned.
When I was younger I assumed I would marry. The funny thing is I didn't have any idea what he would be like. I didn't imagine the man or our married life. I figured married at 25 kids by 30. That's it. Instead I was married at 22 and a mother by 24. You know what? I couldn't be happier.
Even after all these years I still feel my heart jump when I hear his truck pull up in the drive. His deep brown eyes can make me melt at will. How can this be? We have been married for nearly 12 years now? Shouldn't all this be behind us? I don't know if we are normal or not but I do know that I wouldn't change a thing. (Except for his love of Playstation 2!)
He sees me as such a better person than I see myself. It amazes me that this incredible man would want me. He sees past my flaws (all billion of them) and loves me. ME! It is truly baffling. I feel that I am the lucky one.
8 comments:
Awww, what a sweet post about your hubby!!!
Married for 3 years together for 8 and the magic is still there. : )
Ahhhhh :) How sweet!
first, I hope your back is getting better---back pain is the worst!
I love to read mushy blogs; I write mushy blogs. Dave and I have been together since 1974, and I still get a jolt if I see him unexpectedly. Of course, he has to be wearing something bright or I can't see him....
I didn't realize I missed my husband until he sent me some naughty ecards last night. ::sigh::
You truly are the sweetest woman I know! Love ya' baby!
I love reading about love. :)
That is so cool OGO! You give me hope...I pray that The Sweet One and I will still be like that for years and years to come and after children and all the other in between stuff! And I feel your pain with the playstation...I guess you just answered my question about do they ever grow out of it...
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