So the hubs turns 31 today. I did the same thing a few weeks back. Although neither of us can quite pinpoint when, exactly, we started dating, we know that we were definitely dating for our 21st birthdays. Which means we've been together for 10 years (except for that time, in the midst of dating long distance, when we decided to "see other people"). It's really, really hard to believe.
I can say, without a doubt, 100%, that it's been wonderful. Perhaps not every moment of every day, but the sum total has been exactly what I hoped it'd be. Your humor and loyalty have helped get us through everything, and I wouldn't for an instant go back. I distinctly remember the feeling of dating you at 21, not really having any vision of this grand, huge thing our lives together would become. This amazing little creature we would create, this dog that we would cherish. I'm glad I didn't see all that, it would have been too good to be true, and thus terrifying.
And you've become things I didn't even know were important at the time. A wonderful father and provider. A companion for the rough times. Someone who tolerates me at my worst, and even loves me. I couldn't ask for more. Happy 31st. It wasn't quite the same as your 21st, but I suppose we can really only be 21 once. Thanks for making these last 10 years the best so far...
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