My husband is the sweetest man on earth, maybe the universe.
I've been a bit down lately, and he called me at work yesterday to inform me that he had arranged for his brother to watch the kids and had made reservations at a restaurant we couldn't afford. I tried to protest, but it was just such a nice gesture.
We had a wonderful evening.
We've been married for about 9 years, and it was a rough ride for a long time. There were times that I didn't think we would make it, and I wasn't even sure I wanted to.
I was nineteen, and had known him for only a few months when I became pregnant with triplets. Our youth, our tumultuous childhoods, our poverty, and losing a child (Conrad) all make it statistically improbable that we are still married-- and happy.
It wasn't easy to get to where we are now, but I'm so glad we're here.