Dediction page to the love of my life; my husband

Animated globe with the picture of my husband

My Husband

I remember when I was very young thinking that one day I would grow up to be a beautiful woman who will have it all. That I would meet my prince and he would take me away, love me, spoiled me and grant every wish I had.

Then I saw Cinderella, and of course, the Cinderella complex completely hit me like a tone of bricks, but I outgrew that one very quickly. Life and the mirror have the tendency to do that. I didn't want any one to rescue me any more.

My mother and nanny had worked very hard teaching me that I was the only person who could rescue myself. I was the only person that could save or destroy myself. I wanted someone that would share his friendship, thoughts, goof offs, life and who he really was without any reservations and without any fears with me. I didn't want any one to save me. Save me from what? I could handle life by my self, thank you. And I did. Until one day when I was 38 years old. Yes, I don't mind telling my age. I had 38 years of accumulated wisdom. Now I am 46 and very proud of the knowledge, wisdom and white hair I have.

I met this man with the most beautiful smile you have ever seen. He smiles with his eyes, which now days is a very rare quality. As soon as I saw him, I thought of this huge teddy bear that could be cuddled day and night. I asked him to take me to the beach and he complied. Two weeks later, while having lunch at Wendy's he proposed and I accepted. Every single person that we knew were opposed to our marriage, so instead of getting married two weeks after we met, it was three. We couldn't comprehend how come the people who we loved the most were so opposed to us getting married and as of this day, we still don't understand and we have been happily married for eight years. The only person that totally supported us from the moment he heard we were getting married was my son and I thought it was interesting that the most supportive person we had around was a teenager who was behaving better than the adults.

Despite my illnesses, hospitalizations, coma, and all the other body malfunctions, I have spent the happiest eight years of my life with Richard. I could not have gotten a better and more loving husband. He is my husband, my best friend, my confident, my lover and the person that allows me to be me. He is my soul mate. He is the being I want to spend the next two billion years with.

I ponder some times what I might have done to be rewarded with a husband like him. However, all of the sudden that question becomes a mute point. It really does not matter what I did to get such a husband, what matters is that I have him and I will love him until the day we die, and then longer.

The more time I spend with him, the more I look at him, his smile, the twinkle in his eyes, the strawberry blond curls, and every single small and big thing he does. Every day I fall in love with him more and more, and believe me, it is possible. Love is infinite, therefore, it can continue growing. After all we have all eternity to keep on growing and expanding, and so does love.