Life of Mine

In the arms of comfort and care

Most of the time when I write, I keep it pretty casual and don’t get too personal because part of me feels like I need to keep things hidden.  I’ve learned the hard way that the people you talk about will find out and read the mean and nasty things you say about them.  I’m lucky enough to have some very understanding and forgiving people in my life that still love me despite my disrespectful writing past! 

However, there are times when we need to get personal.  Times when our hearts need to release the things that fill them up.  In this case, my heart is filled with love.

I have been with my husband for half of my life.  We met in ninth grade and have been pretty much inseparable ever since.  He has always been my rock.  He loves me despite all of my faults and whining.  He provides for our family without complaint or selfishness. 

He knows me like no one else knows me.  Of course I can’t say that we’ve always been up and never down but that’s life, that’s normal. 

My husband doesn’t work during the winter months because his job is seasonal.  This means that he is home everyday from December until April.  Most women ask me how I can stand it…how I don’t kill him.  I can understand why they ask this.  However, this is my favorite time of the year.  Despite the cold and snow, I am with the man that I love more than anything.  I get to wake up next to my soul mate everyday and know that we can drink our coffees together, watch a movie in the middle of the day together and talk and laugh for hours together. 

I watch the interactions of married couples and how they sometimes tend to grow apart after years together.  I don’t think that they grow out of love so much as that life becomes routine and mundane.  That while they love each other, they get sort of bored together.

This is not how I feel with Chuck.  Each day is different, each conversation is new.  In fact, I think that I have fallen more in love with him every year since we first started dating.  Our fate was in God’s hands and He did bring us together.  Our story is unique and and quite intriguing.  Our story is one that I am so happy to be able to tell.

I find myself thinking of Chuck at random times and wanting to cry.  It’s not a bad cry but one that comes from overwhelming feelings of love.  I am so thankful to have him by my side.  I cannot imagine my life without him and never want to experience that. 

People always say how opposite we are.  I am quiet, he is loud. I am reserved in my opinions, he will tell you exactly how he feels, whether you want to hear it or not.  He is very outgoing, I am shy.  He brushes worries off his shoulder, I carry them like a ton of bricks.  What they don’t see is that we compliment each other in just the perfect way. 

Chuck has a tough exterior.  He’s strong, tough, macho.  He is also very respectful, caring, loving, kind and always opens the door for me.  He cares about my feelings, he gives me the respect that every man should for a woman.  He shows me that he loves me everyday.  It helps that he is a great father who would do anything for his children, too.

When we go to sleep at night, we tend to touch our feet together.  Just a light touch to know that the one we love is right there.  That in those last moments of the night before we fall off to sleep, that tender touch is the last thing we feel.  We don’t talk about it, we just feel it.

I know that I am not the only one with a great and wonderful husband.  I know that.  I just want the world to know that the man I love deserves much credit for helping shape me into the person I am today.  His love has given me the environment to grow and live the life I live.  Thankfully, he is right here to live this life with me.