I am not going to bore everyone with the innermost workings of my personal life. It is personal, and we’ll leave it at that. But the last time I wrote, I talked about falling in love with my daughter.
This time, I’m happy to write that I’ve fallen in love with my husband of almost 8 years.
Okay, fallen in love AGAIN.
Left: Wedding Day, July 2005
Middle: Family Photo, October 2009
Right: Family Photo, New York City, November 2012
It’s hard when you make the realization that something is not working, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. Especially when you want it to work, but can’t figure out how to make it so. And then, something happens. It probably doesn’t seem like a miracle at the time. In fact, it may appear to make the situation worse.
But… it doesn’t. Oddly, it makes the situation better. A lot better.
Like I said, I’m not going to get into the nitty gritty details of my life here. At least, not today. But what I will say is this: Things have been so great these last few weeks. It is so wonderful to gush over my husband the way I did eight years ago. Let me be perfectly clear in saying that I have always loved my husband – that feeling wasn’t ever gone. But that sense of renewed interest in each other has suddenly made things a lot better.
Unloading some history on him was probably part of the reason things improved so drastically so fast. But it’s because he now has a reason for me being who I am and how I am. And so to him, I want to send the rest of these words:
1. I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you.
2. I’m sorry.
3. Thank you. For loving me, for accepting me.
4. I forgive you.
5. I appreciate you.
6. I’m here to listen.
7. I trust you.
8. I am proud of you.
9. You are my best friend.
10. If I could do it over again, I would still marry you.