I met him when I was seventeen. I was your classic loud, jolly fat girl. Hiding behind an oversized personality.
He saw beyond that.
We were friends first. Soon he knew all my secrets.
He listened but didn’t try to change things.
We talked until the sun came up. He was the first one to accept what I wanted for my adult life.
A family, not a career.
He was not like my father.
Not at all.
My life is so different because I met him and I am grateful for him. I thank the universe everyday for his existence.
Life was dysfunctional. He made everything alright.
We married and settled in together. We were young. Although he was worried about what his parents would think, he honoured our decision.
I became a nurse, he encouraged it, supported me.
We had twins. He took it in his stride. Even though he was exhausted he shared the load of bringing up two and then three little girls.
I became a midwife and he was there, helping me all the way.
He opened his heart and his emotions when William died.
He is so different from any man I have ever known.
We compliment each other. He is my night (knight) and I am his day.
I like to spend money, he likes to save.
I like to take risks, he likes stability.
Between us we have a wonderful balance.
It could have been so different, my life but not better. I couldn’t ask for better.