Be still my heart
I like to think I’m one of the lucky ones. Every morning I get to wake up next to him and every night I get to go to sleep next to him.
When he walks into the room my heart still skips a beat and I still get butterflies in my stomach. Catching him on these occasions where he is deep in thought about cars or mowing the lawn and I have the camera in hand, I can’t help but snap some pictures.
Then the pose changes and I can’t tell if he’s posing or cocking his head in thought. Either way, I’m still clicking away at the camera getting all that I can until…
Spotted! Drat!
Either way, nine years has passed since we married, well, nine years in about four months anyway.
The heat hasn’t died down. The “seven year itch” was never experienced and I still find myself lucky to be with such an amazing man who takes me as I am. Even though I have a flaw or two he puts up with it and loves me all the same.
Some people wait a whole lifetime for love like this. I just have to look to my side for that special love that comes once in a lifetime.
For that I am thankful for everything I have and the life that I breathe.
