Therapeutic musings mixed with humorous ramblings and sometimes spiritual notations of life as I know it in written form. A diary of my heart inspired by life.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
This week is a big week for me.... Us. Mike and I will celebrate our 34th wedding anniversary Saturday. The number of years we've been together just shocks me. When I stood at the alter at the age of 18 and vowed to love and cherish him until death do us part.... I never realized I'd be this old, or that I had gotten married at such a young age. That being said, if I knew then, what I know now, I'd marry him all over again. He has loved me when I was unloveable..... He has cherished me even when I've been a toot (I know it's hard to imagine me being one, but maybe a time or two). But most importantly he loved me when I looked at him as through the eyes of a stranger, after my TBI. I know that was probably the hardest time to love me. The scariest thing about my injury, was the disconnect I felt not just toward him, but toward all of my loved ones. He loved me knowing I felt disconnected. He has never waivered, never strayed, from loving me with his whole heart even when I couldn't really love him back. His patience paid off because as I came out of the TBI fog, I fell in love with him all over again and as we prepare to celebrate our anniversary, I am humbled and blessed by his amazing love.