I have married for half of my life.
19 years ago today, I was a bride.
Not big dreams, just hope for a happy life.
Sometimes, it seems like that will not be my life. But, I am not looking at the whole picture. My husband loves me. He would do what is in his power to do. He is human, though, and sometimes I doubt. But, in the end, when I remember that I am also not perfect, things work out.
Happiness is a fleeting feeling, not a permanent one. Joy is what I feel when I think of my life. Through the trials, I have had someone there to stand by me. Sometimes, he pushes me ahead, others I let him take the lead. We make a great team, I do not know of anyone else I would like to spend the rest of my life with.
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This was a lovely, honest post.
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