My husband and I will celebrate our one year wedding anniversary this Friday, which is pretty exciting for me. My first marriage topped out at 8 months. At twenty years old, I just wasn’t ready. Getting married because you have a baby is definitely not advised. He’s a good man, and a great father – just not the man for me.
But, reflecting back on this past year with my husband, I am proud to say that we haven’t had one single fight, disagreement, or argument. Coming from an entire life of fighting, screaming, abuse, and narcissism at every turn – this is a much welcomed change in my life. Having known him for twenty years, but never having romantic feelings for him until five years ago, I guess that worked out in my favor.
He understands my introverted quirks, where I need quiet time after a particularly hard day at work. He knows I hate to shop, so when he gets a wild hair up his ass to go to thirty thrift stores on a Saturday, he is content going by himself sometimes and I stay home and enjoy not shopping for eight hours and coming home with nothing. Window shopping is the worst. My husband is always searching for deals. He finds them, don’t get me wrong, but it is not my cup of tea. I go to a store, head directly for what I went there for, get it, buy it, and I’m done.
He drives me crazy with his insistent explanations of all things science related – but at the same time I love listening to his passion about things that he learns. I love to hear his voice.
Tonight I was sitting on the couch and just glanced over at him, and my heart still did that whole butterfly-skip-a-beat thing that it so often does when I look at him.
He’s just so perfect to me. He’s perfect for me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve him, but I sure am glad I have him.
So even though you won’t see this particular post: Happy Anniversary Baby. Your sexiness astounds me, even now. Always.