The Man of My Dreams.....

Four years ago today I married the most amazing man. He is everything I never knew I always wanted. It seems silly to say that, because he is everything I ever could have asked for and more than I thought I deserved. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.  I look back at the pictures from that day and I can feel the overwhelming joy. It truly is one of the happiest days of my life.

Our relationship hasn't been all roses, some of the thorns have been HUGE. We have been through so much in our 6 yrs together it seems like we have been together much longer, but in a good way. Its hard to see past him to what was before, it feels as though I began my life when he entered it. We have been through an unexpected pregnancy, premature labor, c-section, a sick baby who had to be hospitalized for urinary tract reflux. He has been by my side through post-partum depression, unexplained illness, crippling migraines, infertility and now Fibromyalgia. We held each other together while carrying for his ailing mother, and grieving her eventual passing. He held my hand and told me everything was going to be alright, when we faced a health scare with my own mom. We have backed each other up, helped each other's siblings, defended each other, encouraged each other, and brought each other back to Earth. Ok, that last part mostly applies to me. I admit I am "artistic" a poet. I am prone to wild flights of fancy. He grabs me by my ankles and sets me firmly on solid ground. It is something I never knew I needed. I do! He is a little shy, and a lot geeky/nerdy. But he has me to make him do crazy silly things. I remind him its ok to be silly, its ok to have fun and that sometimes you have the most fun when you make a complete fool out of yourself.

He is an amazing father. He truly enjoys being a dad.

He is my best friend, my partner, my counselor, my co-parent, my lover, my other half, my better half, the love of my life. He has taught me what love is, what it feels like to be loved, and the meaning of unconditional love. There is no one else I would want to share this journey called life with. There is no one else I would rather fight with, struggle with, parent with, and grow old with. So today on our 4th anniversary, I say here is to another 40 and beyond. I love you!

What I Put Up With....

This week I am participating in Writers Workshop over at Mama Kat's.
The prompt I chose is: Write a poem to your love for Valentine’s Day.


Whenever people find out that my husband does not buy me flowers and doesn't give me gifts, I always get the same response, "How do you put up with that?!" Here is my answer:


I put up with a man that gets up and goes to work everyday without fail and without complaining.
I put up with a man who comes home to me every night, without fail.
I put up with a man that is not out running the streets with his friends instead of taking care of his family.
I put up with a man who does not consider taking care of his own child "babysitting" when I am not there, its just parenting.
I put up with a man who does whatever he can to make me comfortable and feel better when I am sick.
I put up with a man who got up in the middle of the night with me when our son was an infant.
I put up with a man who was by my side while I battled post-partum depression.
I put up with a man who without complaint was willing to do anything his mom asked.
I put up with a man who was willing to put his life on hold to care for his mom.
I put up with a man who has been by my side sharing in the sadness and anger of our trying to conceive journey.
I put up with a man who loves my sister like she was his own, and even though she drives him crazy, he would do anything he could to for her.
I put up with a man who calls me BEAUTIFUL.
I put up with a man who grew up in a family where holidays and birthdays weren't a big deal, but still honors my family traditions even though we make a big deal out of everything.
I put up with a man who tries to give me what ever I want, no matter what time of year.
I put up with a man who loves my big crazy family.
I put up with a man who will take me to see sappy romance movies.
I put up with a man who will eat at restaurants I want to go to even if he doesn't particularly care for it.
I put up with a man who takes care of our son.
I put up with a man who grounds me when I need it, but also lets me fly away when I need to.
I put up with a man who puts me and our son first in his life.
I put up with a man who tells me he would be lost with me and our son.
I put up with a man who I can trust, and never have to wonder about.
I put up with a man who does the dishes.
I put up with a man who motivates me, inspires me, and encourages me.
I put up with a man who knows what is important.
I put up with a man that makes me laugh, and with whom I can laugh.
I put up with a man who watches Real Housewives, General Hospital and any other show I want to watch.
I put up with a man who appreciates how hard it is to be a stay at home mom.
I put up with a man I would be proud to have my son turn out like.
I put up with a man who defends me to myself.
I put up with a man who worries when he feels I'm taking on too much.
I put up with a man who reminds me that it is ok to say "NO" sometimes.
I put up with a man who appreciates everything I do for him, and tells me so.
I put up with a man who when he looks at me in that special way, makes me weak in the knees, and my stomach full of butterflies.
I put up with a man who makes me feel special everyday.
Most importantly, I put up with a man who LOVES me unconditionally, without fail, and so well that I know everyday how lucky I am.







Ok so maybe this turned out not be a poem, but I can put up with that.