13 Years of Love

Larry and I started dating 13 years ago today.  The past 13 years have been nothing short of interesting to say the least.  There is never a dull moment in our lives it seems.  I thank God that I have had the opportunity to share these years with him and for the privilege of getting to spend the rest of my life with him.

This morning as I wrote the date down and realized its significance, I sent my sweet husband this text message:

"13 years ago today, I started my life with you.  I love you so much.  Thank you for being the best husband and very best friend I could ever want or need."

 

His response made my eyes swell with tears:

"Your beauty is exceeded only by your patience and constant optimism.  My life would be empty without the experience of our love, a dark canvas without the life of color.  May God bless us with seventy more scoons (years) together!"

To say that I love him, almost seems like I'm lying.  "Love" doesn't seem to be a strong enough word or do my feelings justice.  I looked up some synonyms of the word "love", and I think I will try to start using different words that I haven't said to him every day multiple times a day for the past 13 years.  Words that I'll only ever say to him and never another man.  Words that may better capture the depth of my sentiments for the man that still makes me the happiest girl in the world!

Babe, I adore you and think the world of you!