I was single until I was in my early thirties. I enjoyed my single life. Don't get me wrong, I got terribly lonesome at times, but I had a good time. I casually dated lots of guys, traveled, drove a yellow mustang, spent my hard-earned money, lived on my own, answered only to myself.
I turned lots of date requests down, turned the tables and asked the guy, went just because and for the lack of other social obligations. I was never rude, always thanked the lucky guy for my lunch/dinner and most of the time, politely turned down the next event. However, when I was on a date, the guy had my undivided attention...even if my mind was trying to find the nearest escape hatch.
Respect was drilled into me by both my parents until it because a part of me. I wouldn't dare flirt with another man while I was a guest of another. If the guy had the guts to ask me, shelled out the money for gas and eats, I would give him my presence.
When I was 29, I met this blue-eyed guy who is now my husband. We had our ups and downs in the 2 years and 10 days we dated. I once even broke up with him for 24 hours. However, we couldn't bear the thought of us not being together, so we gathered up our fancy duds and said "I do" in front of everyone we knew. Forever and ever, amen.
I have no doubt that my hubby loves me. Unconditionally. We have been through emotional briar patches together. We have cried together. We have laughed together. We have put up with each other - together. We are opposites. Opposite as light and darkness. As sour and sweet. He has a white hot personality. Mine is more of a cool blue. We sometimes don't like each other, but love - ah, the love that has survived everything.
I have found that love is the commitment that is made after the hype of a new relationship starts to fade. Love is the decision to stay when all I want to do is run. Love is the determination to work out differences and learn to fight it out if need be. Love is a commandment from God...not something to be taken lightly.
Love doesn't die. Love doesn't fade. Love doesn't look away. Love doesn't forget commitment. Love is a decision - a promise - a covenant. If there is love, there will be respect, honor and trust. There will be hard work, dedication and more hard work.
Although hubby and I have had our struggles, as all married couples do, I can trust him with me. I can lean on him when I get weary. I know he will tell me I am beautiful when I actually look like the railroad bum. He is my protector, my lover, my friend, the father of our wonderful son.
The very least I can do is give my hubby my undivided attention. I have no desire to follow another man with my eyes or a hidden part of my heart.Why should I want more when I have it all?!
Happy 11th Anniversary, Jay.
