When you have been married for almost 20 years and have experienced raising children, careers, the day-to-day mundane tasks, and all of the other bullshit life dumps on you, not only do you sometimes lose yourself but you lose each other. You get to a point where you don’t really know the person sleeping next to you anymore. Sometimes you go through challenging experiences that almost break you and leave you no interest to even want to know them. You start to drift away. As you find your way back you can begin to remember all of the things that you had forgotten.
I had forgotten how safe I felt with my husband‘s hand on the small on my back.
I had forgotten how some of his idiosyncrasies that started to irritate me, use a to make me laugh.
I had forgotten how HE could make me laugh.
I had forgotten how TO laugh.
I had forgotten about the little gestures he would make to show he was thinking about me. Like when he would pick up a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia because he remembered that was my favorite. I had mentioned it in our early dating years.
I had forgotten how tough he was on the outside but really just a softy on the inside.
I had forgotten how comforting it was at times just to sit in silence next to each other on the couch because the silence had become so deafening, and there was nothing kind to say.
I had forgotten how handsome he truly was and that I could still see the 26-year-old guy that I found so adorable all those years ago.
I had forgotten what a good father my kids had. Even when he’s about reached his limit of patience.
I had forgotten what a good husband I had.
I had forgotten what a good man he was, and a good friend.
I had forgotten the way he could make me feel. Frustrated at times, but never unloved.
I had forgotten how hard I WAS loved. That this man loved me with all of my flaws and faults more today than 20 years ago because of what we’ve been through.
I had forgotten that as time passes people change, grow, evolve, and it’s hard.
I had forgotten our vows, and that they hold meaning. They aren’t just words of empty promises.
I had forgotten why I chose this man to spend the rest of my life with.
So after 3 long years of finally finding my way back to me and our way back to each other, I began to remember. I could still see that the man I fell in love with was still there… I had just forgotten.
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