I Love That You Still Love Me

Hubs and I have been married for eighteen years. 

I was a single mid twenty something year old doing my thing when a co-worker came up and said what do you think about him. I distinctly remember saying I don't, but only because I was quite comfortable with the place I was in during that stage of my life. Little did I know she had asked him what he thought about me. Over time I finally agreed to go out with him. 

Lunch was our first date, if you want to call it that because I paid for my own meal. But after that lunch date we were inseparable. We've been together ever since and I am so very thankful. 

We've seen a lot of things in our years together. We've experienced friends getting married, us and them buying homes, all of us having babies and watching them grow up. We've watched friends get divorced and loved ones pass away. We have also been through a few hurricanes, yes as in severe weather events, which is something I wish to never do again. We've enjoyed great days and some not so good ones. We have been down the road of life together. 

I can say this, and I know Hubs will agree, he's saint! He's put up with more from me than any man should have to or want to. He knows how I am and he just gets me. And I love him all the more for it. 

But through it all, the good, the bad, and the very ugly the one thing that has stayed constant is our love for each other. It's not the same as it was twenty something years ago. It's grown into something beautiful. 

I love that after all these years he still thinks I'm beautiful and tells me often. I love that we enjoy hanging out and spending time together. I love that we still find stuff to talk about. But most of all I love that he still loves me.