One perfect moment. A beautiful song is playing. My unborn baby is kicking me gently. My two other beautiful children are in the other room playing happily. My loving husband is going to pick up my car. We will spend the day running errands together and looking for a 'family' car. That boy loves me so much. I can’t say which of us loves the other more. There have been so many challenges. So many. So many choices and consequences. We have weathered a plethora of storms together, holding onto each other tightly, desperately, doing all we can to stay afloat. The Lord has blessed us with a love and devotion, a never say die commitment, that I know will carry us through whatever else He has in store for us.
There is definitely a difference between loving and being in love. I have been blessed to feel both for this man. I have held him while he cried and he has done the same for me. He has challenged me to be better and I have convinced him that he is better than he believed. I have dared him to be adventurous, to live life and not worry about it. He has been my rock of stability when I have vacillated, tossed about by the winds of change and the torrents that would have drowned me.
We have fought demons together and carried each other when one of us just couldn’t make it another step. I still feel the flutters in my chest when he walks into the room. His eyes. He looks at me and I am the most beautiful woman in the world. He smiles at me and my life is complete. He holds me and I know I will survive. He wipes away my tears and reminds me that I am worthwhile. He holds me to my goals and reminds me of my values, even if he doesn’t agree with all of them. He supports my efforts and lets me live in a dream world when reality has gotten too tough to handle.
He cleans up our children’s poopy accidents when I can’t get myself out of bed. He makes spaghetti when I haven’t an ounce of energy left to even think about making dinner. He has worked all day and still comes home to help me keep this house running smoothly. He loves our children. He runs and plays with them. They never have to doubt his love and devotion. He provides for our family. We live simply but we are rich in love. We have goals and plans and we work as a team to bring those dreams to fruition.
I know he will never leave me. He knows I am crazy about him. His opinion matters more than anyone else’s. As long as he loves me, as long as I love him, as long as the world keeps turning and I have his hand to hold, my life is perfect. I don’t need money or diamonds, I just need him.
And yet, the most powerful thing that he has taught me, is that even if I were to lose him, should the Lord decide to take him from me before I am ready, I would survive and be strong. He has found and cultivated that part of me that was buried deeply, afraid to try, afraid to be powerful. He believes in me and now I believe in myself. If I were to only have one day left with him in this life, it would be enough to get me through the rest of my years. I could live on our memories of loving and living together and be fulfilled. He has made that possible for me. I only hope I have done the same for him.
Thank you Lord for this man. Thank you Lord for this perfect moment and the clarity to recognize and appreciate it.
There is definitely a difference between loving and being in love. I have been blessed to feel both for this man. I have held him while he cried and he has done the same for me. He has challenged me to be better and I have convinced him that he is better than he believed. I have dared him to be adventurous, to live life and not worry about it. He has been my rock of stability when I have vacillated, tossed about by the winds of change and the torrents that would have drowned me.
We have fought demons together and carried each other when one of us just couldn’t make it another step. I still feel the flutters in my chest when he walks into the room. His eyes. He looks at me and I am the most beautiful woman in the world. He smiles at me and my life is complete. He holds me and I know I will survive. He wipes away my tears and reminds me that I am worthwhile. He holds me to my goals and reminds me of my values, even if he doesn’t agree with all of them. He supports my efforts and lets me live in a dream world when reality has gotten too tough to handle.
He cleans up our children’s poopy accidents when I can’t get myself out of bed. He makes spaghetti when I haven’t an ounce of energy left to even think about making dinner. He has worked all day and still comes home to help me keep this house running smoothly. He loves our children. He runs and plays with them. They never have to doubt his love and devotion. He provides for our family. We live simply but we are rich in love. We have goals and plans and we work as a team to bring those dreams to fruition.
I know he will never leave me. He knows I am crazy about him. His opinion matters more than anyone else’s. As long as he loves me, as long as I love him, as long as the world keeps turning and I have his hand to hold, my life is perfect. I don’t need money or diamonds, I just need him.
And yet, the most powerful thing that he has taught me, is that even if I were to lose him, should the Lord decide to take him from me before I am ready, I would survive and be strong. He has found and cultivated that part of me that was buried deeply, afraid to try, afraid to be powerful. He believes in me and now I believe in myself. If I were to only have one day left with him in this life, it would be enough to get me through the rest of my years. I could live on our memories of loving and living together and be fulfilled. He has made that possible for me. I only hope I have done the same for him.
Thank you Lord for this man. Thank you Lord for this perfect moment and the clarity to recognize and appreciate it.
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