Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of her future prince … and about that time there was a little boy, not even aware that girls existed … other than his mother.
And so goes the beginnings of ‘ever after’ … our version!
We go way back, my hubby and I … like more than half of my life (and about half of his). We go so far back that I really no longer can remember what life was like before marriage … (or maybe that I am getting so old I just can’t remember due to brain fog).
To have been married so young, and still be together, is not something that ‘just happened’, or that we take for granted. It is the very intentional, very committed, focus that we both share that we have to make our marriage work. And work it does … some days 😉 But most days ‘it’ does not work, WE do. Truly I believe that marriage is about blood, sweat and tears … and far too much flatulence!
My hubby is a good man, with a good heart (albeit a male one). He makes eye contact when he speaks to people, and he does not forget a name (or number … he is a whiz when it comes to remembering any number).
He works harder than anyone I know. His job is that of a pastor, and it is not just his job, it is his deepest desire that people come to love and live for the God who saves. He can perform a wedding or a funeral, even for a total stranger, and everyone goes home feeling it was the most intimate ceremony they’ve ever experienced. He has about two hundred bosses at any one time, and seems to handle keeping all the balls in the air at the same time, with the ease of a juggler (at least in public … he is human, after all).
He loves the family he was born into, and where he is from (New Brunswick). He also loves the family he has created, and where he now lives (and everywhere in between). He loves his hockey (Toronto Maple Leafs), his baseball (Boston Red Sox) and his football (Washington Red Skins). He loves history and politics … and the history of politics! He loves burgers, coke and roast beef.
He cried as each of our three kids was born, and as we lost five more. He is a good dad, who almost never says no to a request from any of them (or me). He has changed their diapers, rolled on the floor, created airplanes out of spoonfuls of food, mopped up vomit, wiped snotty noses, watched band and piano performances, Christmas concerts, driven them all over, spent Saturdays (and every other day of the week) at swim meets and practices, and presently coaches on our son’s football team.
He cried at our wedding, and has endured my female leaking tears ever since. He has been my lover, my comforter, my best friend, and my best enemy. Our marriage together has never been boring. He has brought me flowers, endless (cardboard with sauce) pizzas, t-shirts from trips away, and even someone to clean the house on my last day of work before Christmas break … When I am sick, he takes care of me. When my vehicle has needs, he takes care of it.
He loves me, everyday … and his commitment to our marriage is unwavering. We are a ‘real’ married couple, and I expect I will die in his arms.
He is my love, and I am his.
carole…you are beautiful. I love you and your husband.
One of these days we will need to meet Mr. Moe! Carole