ingridwrites's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How do I love thee? I don't write a lot about what an awesome guy my husband is. This past weekend, we just celebrated our 14th anniversary. The anniversary where we are now, offically, married for as long as we lived in sin. We chose the same date to get married on as we had from out dating days. It means something to us, that date. He is everything I could ask for - then some I didn't. I don't talk to my friends a lot about him, well, if I had any friends. But the ones I do rarely speak to, don't hear me go on and on about what an ass he is - because I know I hate to hear that from others. First off, if he is an ass, leave him. I am being serious. This is one short life and we don't have the time to waste on unfulfilling relationships. There is only one July 14, 2008, make the most of it. When I lived in low income housing and my self esteem probably couldn't have been more rock bottom, he came along and told me I was worthwhile. He pushed me to be the best person I could be. He convinced me that I was smart (NO EASY FEAT!) and I could manage to go to college, work and still be a mom to a hyper-active, high maintenance child. Things I never could have ever done without his support. The ironic thing is, during all this time, the women in my family were trying to bring me down. Telling me how hard everything was going to be. Telling me how hard this life is - as if, somehow, that part of life had slipped right by me, it's hardness. As if I'd been handed everything and never had to work for anything. He promised me, long ago, that he'd buy me a house. I'm sitting in it. He promised me, long ago, that I could be a stay at home mom. I am. He told me he'd do whatever he could to make me happy and, for the most part, he has kept all the promises he has made. He takes me on vacations. He hardly grumbles if dinner isn't ready until later than usual. I cannot imagine my life without him. I don't want to imagine my life without him. The little things, the daily things that irritate or aggravate are just the little things. The diry socks left on the floor, the angry voice, the short temper. All those things are small in the big picture of our lives. I love him with all of me, PS. Please, please remind me that I feel this way after I've been with him non-stop for the next 2 weeks. Thank you. 2:21 p.m. - 2008-07-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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