The Love of My Life

My husband is the love of my life. But, when I refer to him as "the love of my life," I am not utilizing some Hollywood notion of love. The Hollywood notion seems focused on feeling continual pleasure of some sort. Plus, the feeling can be fleeting.

The love I speak of runs deep. By now, we've known each six years in the running, three of which we have been married. The love of which I speak involves so much I'm not even sure I can describe half of it here at this juncture. For starters, at times I do feel quite giddy and excited when I think about him. But, I really desire to understand him and grow closer to him. And, the longer I know him, the better I comprehend him. I confess, there are times I find him extremely irritating for various reasons. Our relationship, our marriage, is built on more than moment to moment events and feelings. We've taken a covenant to be with one another for the rest of our lives. This means more than merely being roommates. This means more than being best friends.

On my better and more mature days, especially as time progresses, I realize more and more that I love my husband for who he is. I don't love him for the final product after I mold or change him. I didn't marry him so I could turn him into a clone of myself. Surprisingly, a lot of women believe that they can and will change their significant other after marrying them.

No, this man is the love of my life. What does that mean? Well, I find him physically attractive, extremely intelligent, spiritually mature, intense - and I love him for all of that! I love that he values his time alone (even though I am naturally much more extroverted than him). And today, bless him, he bought groceries and took care of some housekeeping matters (including calling a previous landlord that is trying to cheat us out of our money by making up stories that never happened). But, he didn't stop there. He took a leap far beyond his comfort zone, and he not only went to the mall to walk around with me, but he helped me scope out some cute clothes. I walked away with a fun, stylish, cute skirt. Before he grew too weary, he let me know that he was tired of the crowds and tired of shopping. But, the way in which he told me was polite but explicit. Towards the end of the evening, we watched some of the older Batman animated short films. We both love watching animated films.

Anyways, I'm not sure I'm very coherent. Got to hit the sack. Auf wiedersehen.