When we met on June 26, 1997 in a place that neither of us usually went to, I felt the electricity almost immediately. I was a newly single parent with a 5 month old baby and a 6 year old son. What if the spark that I felt wasn't enough? Maybe he didn't want to date a woman with a baby? Or maybe the spark I felt was a hot flash and he didn't feel anything? In my head I plead with God to please let him feel it too. He says he did. Divine intervention I suppose. Even though we were in a room full of people, I didn't see anyone but him. I wasn't looking for anyone to date or God forbid, fall in love with but it happened. When it's meant to happen it does!
We hadn't known each other long when I knew he made me the "me" that I wanted to be. I had my fair share of scars from a bad marriage and baggage that Louis Vuitton couldn't compare to. We spent days together learning about each others likes and dislikes, fears and accomplishments. He held my tiny son who happily fell asleep on his chest. He didn't care that my sweet baby wasn't his; he loved him just the same. We were inseparable, still are. I can count on one hand how many times we've been apart in the 13 years that we've known each other. In the vast world filled with people, he and I fit together like puzzle pieces. We still hold hands and in fact when we walk side by side our hands just seem to find the others.
We've had struggles like any married couple but I'd like to think we learned from them. And every now and then he'll try to cook me stuff that I don't like and I think "REALLY? Do you know me? I hate rice or whatever gross stuff he thinks is good for me". But then I think of how lucky I am that he does so much for me. He puts up with my quirks (and I have A LOT) and he loves me anyway.
In one lifetime I will never have enough time to show him how much I love him and how he still completes me!