Loving Bliss

My life is blessed and I mean that with utter sincerity. As I sit here and listen to the album Quietude by Cliff deMarks’, I’m reflecting upon all the blessings in my life and how fortunate I am to be living the life I am and sharing it with the man I love.

Twenty-one years ago, I met my best friend, my soul mate, the person I would choose to share my life and my love with. I fell in love the first moment I saw him with his beautiful blue eyes and I was truly a goner when I got a love letter from him. Hubby is a left hander so he doesn’t often write things by hand as he has to hold the pen at a weird angle that hurts his hand, but soon after we met, he took the time to write me a four page love letter that I cherish to this day. In it he laid out his hopes and dreams for our future. Things haven’t quite worked out the way we’d both hoped, but they worked out the way they are supposed to.

As we struggled to find ourselves and where we were meant to be in the early years of our marriage, we moved a lot and by a lot I mean we’ve lived in ten houses in our time together and all but twice we moved ourselves. We’d pack all our boxes, pick up the furniture, and drive the U-haul to the next stop on our life together. I always knew he had my back and I hope he always knew I had his. Wine and roses are blissful, but they don’t always last. Knowing someone has your back and will be there to lift and tote beside you, that matters and that lasts.

Hubby isn’t one for flowery speeches or roses, but he’s always there for me and he always supports my hopes and dreams, sometimes at the expense of my own. It seems that I’m always getting on a plane and flying off somewhere, but I know he’s got my back and things will be fine at home. He sometimes says that I take him for granted and I probably do, but there is a feeling of true bliss to know someone has your back and that he will always be there for you.

Writing – as those of you who read my blog know – is one of my passions. Unfortunately I love the creative side of writing and am not so strong on the mechanics, but Hubby always has my back and makes sure that the commas get put in all the right places and that all the words are spelled right. He makes me look good and for that I am forever grateful.

I used to think that marriage was about lust, about roses, and about pretty words, but in the twenty one years I’ve been with my husband, I’ve learned that marriage is about sacrifice, it’s about hard work, and it’s about having someone’s back.