After getting married and stuff, it turns out I'm like really in love with my husband. He is everything I imagined love could be and more. When I'm with him, I'm me. But better. His arms are the place I want to be. His song is the one I wish to sing. When I'm with him, I'm really living.
In the midst of an economy where people are struggling to find one job, my man is holding down two. That means he's at work from 8:30-1:00, and 3:30-midnight. That's a lot of working, if you ask me. But, he never complains. He is good. But really, he's even better than that. I'm not sure there's a powerful enough word to encompass a man like James. I guess for now I will settle with splendid.
I love it when great things turn out to be incredible. Sometimes things you believe to be complete and perfect turn out to be completely perfect. And right now that is how life is. At least in my mind.
Mushy, mushy. Mush. But it really is all true.
