i love this man

Rarely am I at a loss for words. And yet, every time I feel the urge to sit and write about my love for my husband of 13 years, I find that words fall short of all I want to express about him and what we share.

In February, we were celebrated our wedding anniversary. In May, we will have been "together" for 18 years since we started dating in 1991. We are so mindful that time with our kids has flown by, but the same is true of our relationship. We met when we were kids, especially David since he is nearly three years younger than me. We've grown and grown up together. There's no doubt that I am comfortable and "used to" life with David. But more than that... more than the comfort and ease I feel with him... more than the familiar way he loves me or the stability that comes with sharing almost two decades of life together... more so than any of these things, I still LOVE David with an exciting, passionate, hard-to-describe kind of love.

When I know the work day is almost over for him, I get excited. When he's gone for a bit and I hear the garage door opening, I usually rush to the door or at least ready myself for his entrance. And when he is putting our boys to sleep for the night, I count the minutes until I have him all to myself. In this way, I can tell you how I love my husband, though I dare not even try to begin to explain the connection I believe I have with him. The eternal, life-long, soul mate, warm-n-fuzzy love and LIKE that I have for this man after all these years. Once again, I find that words fail me.

Instead, I'll finish. He's actually gone right now. After our oldest son's piano lesson, he went out to meet a co-worker who happens to be in our neck of the woods. I'm never as youthful and beautiful for him as I wish I could be, but I still try and be someone he is happy to come home to whenever he walks through our door.