Letter to Hubby

I've had a realization come over me the past few days. We'll be driving and holding hands and I'm sitting there thinking about how we met, where we were and where we are now. It's been one hell of a leap from day one. Started out as just another guy messaging me on Myspace that I'll probably stop talking to in a weeks time, to my Husband and a soon-to-be Father of our child.

The other day when you were sitting on the door step smoking a cigarette I was thinking about everything we have. We don't just have a bedroom in a house owned by our parents with all of our belongings a toss up as to whether they are ours or theirs. We actually have a home. Two vehicles. Furniture, pets, appliances... we are living comfortably. Even enjoy the luxury of having computers and the internet, television, a beach right down the road... we have it good despite the small rough patches we come across. We have everything we need plus the extras and we have it because you work for it. You did all this. You messaged me. You came to my house. You invited me to South Carolina. You kissed me. You got us a home. You got our groceries. You got me pregnant (...though I'm not complaining.) You paid the bills. You dealt with my nagging from day one. Where we are now... is because of you.

I lay there on your chest at night sometimes while you're on the verge of a deep sleep and just look at you, thinking about all this. How lucky I am to have someone like you. How lucky I am that you haven't gotten irritated with me yet and just left. It's nice to feel loved. Every time I'm laying there and I move just the slightest bit your hand goes back up to my shoulder and pulls me closer to you. Depending how out of it you are you sometimes manage to mumble an "I Love You" before drifting off to sleep again.

True Love. The Simplest Thing in the World. Free of Cost. The Most Sought After, Yet it's Known by Very Few.