It’s easy to say that in public, because we are all motivated to save face in public and we also may feel tempted to convince ourselves of our own happiness. I had serious doubts along the way. We fought like cats and dogs (and NOT in the cute cartoon sense). We had more than our share of insults and yelling and storming out and door slamming and cursing. It sounds extreme to some and lame to others, but it’s true regardless.
I stuck with her in college because I saw potential. She had plenty of severe issues, but nothing that a solid loving relationship couldn’t fix… or so I believed.
Here we are, five months into our first pregnancy, and she is blossoming into the woman I always dreamed of. Those soft and tender, motherly instincts are taking over. As time goes by, we both push to grow and mature and to love each other more unselfishly than before.
Tonight, when I came home from work, she met me on the doorstep. Her eyes were bright and her smile was sincere. She was genuinely happy to see me. This appears to be a growing trend with her. Perhaps there is a bit of “absence makes the heart grow fonder” at play here. I have been working a lot lately. But rather than grow cold from distance, she has developed a deeper appreciation for me.
Every time I look into her face, I see someone I am grateful to know. Someone who makes me feel lucky. Someone I never grow tired of talking to. Someone I will know better with ever new year.
It sounds cheesy, I know. But when the woman you love is supporting the growth of your firstborn child, she takes on a whole new magic and mystery.
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