I often sit back and think of how blessed I am. With all the wrongs I've done in life and continue to do, I am blessed. I'm not rich. I'm not thin. Heck, I'm not even healthy. But I am happy. Some say happiness is being content with what you have, I think I have often said that myself. But I honestly think its being at peace, PERIOD. That with all the obstacles God allows in your path, you somehow find peace and silence in the noise. And THAT is where happiness lies.
I was blessed enough to find someone who could enter that peace WITH me. And take me to it when I am stubborn and don't want to go there.
All this was in my mind as my husband, who lay perfectly comfy in bed next to me, got up to get me a drink after I relentlessly teased him about how I was DYING OF THIRST. Of course, we were laughing at my fake coughing and gagging, but it was just a small slice of my world where peace AND my husband live. So I write... I used to do it SO much. I miss it. It was a way for my soul to breathe...
Enjoy.
Thank you for loving me
When I don’t love myself.
For knowing how to make me smile
When I want to be mad.
For knowing me
And what I can handle
For hugging me
When I needed it the most.
For holding my hand
When we’re walking through a store
And for holding it
As I was wheeled into a surgery.
For understanding me
And my irrational thinking.
For not making me feel dumb
When I sang a wrong verse.
Thank you for caring for me
When I am sick and snotty
And for finding me attractive
When I’m in my lazy day clothes.
For getting up after your comfy
Just to get me a drink.
For saving me endlessly
From my childish fear of bugs
And for always knowing
I’m not “fine”.
For being my best friend
My soul mate and teacher
The father of my child
And the man I grow old with.
I promised to love, honor and cherish
From then and til forever
In good times and in bad
In irresponsible spending and eating
So, my love, I thank you
For everything you are to me
And tell the world forever
That dreams do come true.
