“Love isn’t hopeless. Look, maybe I’m no expert on the subject, but there was one time I got it right.” – Homer Simpson
I’ll be the first to say that I’m not exactly a guru or an expert or an authority on much. I am still very much a work in progress, and at times I’d even say that it takes me an excessive amount trials before I can get something right. I’ve messed up quite a bit in my life, stuck my foot in it, screwed up royally, dodged bullets, and played Russian Roulette a few times more than I’d like to remember. But there *are* in fact, a few precious aspects of my life where I feel I’ve succeeded and have learned a great deal along the way. One of those precious aspects, without a doubt, is my marriage to Fede.
If I had to sum up our marriage in a few words, I’d simply say that we are, amongst other things, a team, kindred spirits, and life partners. I can say without any doubt or reservation that my life is infinitely better because of my husband.
Are things perfect between us? Certainly not. Truth be told, right now, I personally haven’t been doing too well, and am going through yet another difficult period of depression. Each time I experience this, it is a roller coaster that takes unexpected sharp turns and flips me upside down at times. But despite the sometimes paralyzing experience that I go through as a result of my mood disorder, I am starting to be able to acknowledge that I will get through it… and a big part of that sense of tranquility comes from my relationship with my husband.
I’m a rather insecure person who needs a great deal of reassurance at times, while Fede is a patient, stable, patient, loyal, patient, compassionate (and did I mention patient?) partner. Over time, we’ve worked out a system in which I can call him whenever necessary (even in the wee hours of the morning) for a bit of a “pep talk” and some encouraging words. Just hearing his reassuring voice on the other end of the line and knowing that he is so supportive makes a world of difference.
Whenever I come home from work, no matter what kind of day I’ve had, my husband is there to welcome me home by giving me a much-needed hug and thoughtful kiss. He can read me like a book and tell within the first few seconds what kind of day I’ve had, and knows how to handle that accordingly. It’s more than just a “How was your day, Dear?” sort of thing. He listens to me kvell and prattle on over a good day and kvetch and vent over a not-so-good day. It’s a great feeling to feel heard, especially by someone you love.
We are fairly simple people in terms of our lifestyle. We don’t go out a lot, but we are content just to be homebodies and hang out, but we genuinely enjoy each other’s company, even if it’s just a “being in the same room with the other person” sort of thing. Yeah, we’re even compatible in that way, too.
Okay, I’m pretty sure that by this point you’re ready to throw up just a little from the excessive amount of sweet from this post. But I’m not done. Not quite yet (*Bwhahahaha*). I just have to say that I love my husband immensely, and that each precious day that we have together is never taken for granted, which (in my three whole years of marriage) I’ve learned is very key. I never want a day to go by in which I don’t express to Fede how much he means to me, how much I have learned from him, and how much he has impacted my life for the better.
So with that being said, I just want to finish up this post by writing, “I love you Fede. And thank you for everything you have done and everything you are.”
“The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.” – William Shakespeare
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