Saturday, February 14, 2009
My Funny Valentine
I'm taking this time to talk a little bit about the man I married. I love him, he loves me, we're married. We've been up, we've been down, we're still married. He's pushed, i've pulled, we snapped back to the middle and kept it moving. I was 15, he was 18 and we met. I was 16, he was 19, we were parents.
My husband's a complicated man. He's a stone face with a heart of gold. People think he's this mean bear of a man when in all actuality he's very kind. I don't mean to let his secret out but it's true. He's the type of person you want in your corner. I'm definitely glad he's in mine.
We've had our moments but the love has always been there. I've been in love with him since I was 15 years old. I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. We were so young. I never would have thought we'd still be together.
I'm not going to write a long, drawn out post. That's not our style. I just wanted to shout out the man that I married January 13, 1989.