I used to be a romantic. I remember reading every fairytale growing up.I believed in love at first sight, the magic of a first kiss and happily ever afters. Then I got my heart-broken… no not broken, squashed, stomped on and kicked to the curb like day old garbage.
Granted that first time around I now know was not real love. I was young and more in love with the idea of LOVE then the person at the time. I made a lot of bad decisions and I paid the consequences. I was bitter and very much anti- LOVE. And then I met a man who would literally sweep me off my feet. LITERALLY!!!
I guess what they say is true, when you are not looking for love you will find it. I certainly was not looking for my husband. But once I found him… well lets just say my life has never been the same.
We are yin and yang. He likes Sci Fi and I am a romantic comedy kind of gal. He is happy sitting home quietly on the couch and I am a let’s go dancing girl. He has to have the TV or radio on at all times and I enjoy the quiet, being alone with my thoughts. And yet… we work!
My hubby is my best friend. He is my rock. He can complete my sentences but knows how much I hate that so he won’t. He reads me better than I read myself. He lifts me up when I am down and grounds me when my head is in the clouds. He not only puts up with all my crazy “I Love Lucy” type antics, he gets a kick out of them. He loves me as a red-head, or brunette or whatever I am at the moment. Fat or skinny, long hair or short… doesn’t matter to him.
He makes me laugh! That last one is worth repeating… HE MAKES ME LAUGH.
He also annoys the hell out of me, spends WAY too much time at the gym, squeezes the toothpaste from the middle and if he buys another watch I may just have to divorce him. But you know what… I love that about him. It makes him not perfect.(But you still better not buy another watch!)
I use to be a romantic… now I would say I am a realist who enjoys being romanced. There is a big difference. You see fairy tales only show you half the story. They never show you what happens after the big fancy wedding. They don’t show financial struggles, people dying and certainly you don’t find Autism in them.
No our life is not a fairy tale. But it is OUR life and one I would not ever change for anything.
I love you my darling…even more than I did 12 years ago when I forced you to say I do! (LOL) Thank you for being my cheerleader, my life coach my partner. Thank you for making me look at the glass as half full when I am certain it is half empty. Thank you for allowing me to have this “Year of SHARON”. For encouraging me to go for it, whatever IT is at the time. For calming my fears, wiping my tears and giving me a good kick in the rear when I need it.
I love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow. I am not sure where this crazy magic carpet ride we seem to be on is going to take us next, but I do know there is no one I would rather get rug burn with than you! WINK WINK!