My husband and I were lying in bed the other night watching TV and talking about men and women and relationships. At one point, when he was talking, I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the great love we share, for the great marriage we have.
I don’t use that word lightly. I have had good relationships that went bad. Relationships that were bad from the start. Relationships that seemed great because the other person was putting on a mask but became ugly when reality set in. Relationships that were ok but had no spark.
Now, my first thought every day is to marvel at how much in love I am with my husband. The first words I hear every day are “Good morning beautiful!”
Our life has had its fair share of challenges, but our love grounds us and connects us, making our marriage stronger. Our love brings us humor, peace, and joy even in the midst of a storm.
My husband is the first person I ever felt safe with. Not just physically safe but safe to really be myself and really let my guard down. He was the first person to ever fully see me and not just accept me but love me unconditionally.
At fourteen, I was far too young and naive to understand how special he was or how special our connection was. At twenty-six, I was too broken and insecure to accept that I was good enough to be loved like that.
At fifty, I thank God for my husband, for our love, and for marriage, because. I know we are blessed beyond measure to experience a truly great, once-in-a-lifetime love.
