To Be The Lucky One

You know when someone, usually the man in a relationship, makes the  comment that he is the lucky one to have found his wife?  Where he says it sweetly and takes a pull from his beer, while he nods in the wifes direction.  Everyone nods and the other guys laugh. 

In our relationship I know my husband says that but it is me that truly feels that way.  I sometimes look at him and wonder how the hell  I got so lucky.  After every bump in the road how did God place a man in my life that held everything I didn’t know I needed. 

Every day my husbands puts up with my OCD tendencies, my irish temper and every other crazy habit, yet he still sits there and reminds me he loves me.  He still gives me butterflies in my stomach every day and I miss him while he is away.  I still dream about him at night and flirt with him on dates.  We still make out when I’m trying to make dinner and linger over kissing goodbye.  He makes me laugh when I’m down and we sit together at dinner every night and discuss our days.

All of these things, I know are amazing. Every day I make it a point to thank God for placing the Husband in my life.  I don’t ever want to take it for granted that he comes home to me every night because I know what it is like to not have that.  I don’t want to be one of those couples that says some of it just faded over time.  I want those basics to always be there.  Some say impossible, I say it is worth it. 


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