With today being Valentine’s Day I’ve been seeing a lot of “happy
couple” pics. Don’t get me wrong…I love
seeing them! When I think of my
Valentine, I do feel genuinely happy.
Today, however, my mind has been swimming with memories of hard
times. We got engaged 16 years ago
(yesterday). We were both young and
skinny and optimistic. It was that
butterfly tummy, giddy smiles, heart palpitating rush kind of love. Nothing could ever be better or feel more
intense. When I was admitted to the
hospital while pregnant with Raychel, I don’t remember much. What I do remember was James. I was woken several times by him applying
Burt’s Bees to my dried out lips. When
my head was too weak to lift off the pillow, he would spoon sips of water into
my mouth. We would look at each other
and just cry. Cry because we were tired
and worried. He held the pink hospital
bucket as I barfed then he’d wipe my face with a cool cloth. As it usually goes when you’re sick, this
mostly took place in the middle of the night-so no one slept. I was an unshowered, puffy, bloated mess. Being the man he is, he’d go to work the next
morning, come back to the hospital in the evening and do it all over again. He never complained, and he never expressed
any irritation. He was consistent. There have been several more bumps in the
road since then, and I’ve learned that true love is more than butterflies. It’s deeper than the surface. It goes beyond the pretty smiles and glowing
skin. It’s more intense than the
physical attraction. True love is safety
and comfort no matter the situation…and some situations are really ugly. True love is a choice. I can only imagine how exhausted James must
have felt. How easy it would have been
for him to just sleep through or ignore my constant moaning and crying. He chose to sacrifice his physical comforts
so I could feel safe and acknowledged.
That connection is priceless and fought hard for. I’m thankful that he’s everything I’ve ever
wanted. I’m thankful he completes my
life in ways I never knew I needed.


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