Forty-nine years ago today something special happened. I did not know it at the time. It was the day a certain man was born. He’s had some challenging times in life but his contagious, positive, can-do attitude inspires those around him, especially me. He motivates me, encourages me, supports me, no matter what crazy endeavor or project I’m in to. He is devoted to the loving care of his family. He’s a quick wit, always ready with a joke and a smile. He is determined that the kids should have a smooth, struggle-free life, not understanding that they’re going to do things their way, the hard way. He wants them to feel loved and safe and protected from the ugliness and hardship that is prevalent in today’s world. He works hard to provide the necessities as well as the extras not just for the one teenager (and all his friends) left at home, but for all of them, grown or otherwise. He blesses me everyday with his love, his passion and his loyalty.
I want it all with him. The flaws, stress, smiles, affection, sarcasm. Everything. My life has led me to him. My choices, my heartbreaks, my regrets. It was all worth it. Because if I had done just one thing different, I might never have met him.