My husband Henry and I have been a couple since
May 17, 2000 (I still remember the date!) and we got married on
November 10, 2003, shortly after
Keisha was born. Whenever I look back and think of all the years we've spent together, I just can't help but smile.
Things didn't start out easily for us. We married early, barely had money, and we had a kid to raise. But our desire to make our relationship work was far stronger than the obstacles we were facing. We worked hard, even to the point that we barely saw each other, but we didn't mind. We both had a common goal, and that was to make our lives better for our kid.
Now, years later, I'd have to say we're doing a lot better than before. We can afford luxuries now, when before all we could buy were our necessities. I remember the time when it was days away from payday and we spent our money buying our eldest her milk and we just ate instant noodles for breakfast, lunch, and dinner until payday came.
I look at Henry and I just can't help but realize how lucky I am. He is a very loving husband and a responsible father. I am amazed at how the years have not mellowed our feelings for each other but instead have turned it into a much deeper love and respect for one another. Don't get me wrong, we do have our share of ups and downs, but there's nothing life can throw at us that we won't be able to overcome. I just can't imagine spending the rest of my life without him.
A couple of nights ago, while we were cuddling in bed waiting for sleep to come, Henry turned to me and asked me if I'd love him for as long as he lived. I honestly choked back a tear and said, "No, I'll love you for the rest of
my life."
I guess I'm being too mushy already, but I just wanted to write down what I'm feeling.