I've been thinking a lot lately about my life and the people in it. When you get stuck in a hospital room for 14 days with a two year old, you sort of get lost in your own thoughts after awhile. One can watch Toy Story, Toy Story 2, and Toy Story 3 so many times before you go stir-crazy!
When I was in my late 20s and early 30s, I had a very dear friend. She was a bit older, more like a big sister type person to me. I could bounce a lot of things off her, I shared my hopes and dreams and disappointments. She passed away about 11 years ago after a 5 year battle with breast cancer, I still miss her to this very day. Before she passed away, I wrote her a letter and asked her to be my guardian angel and to help me find my "soul-mate". A year or so later, I met my husband. I can't help but think she was instrumental in picking him out for me, because both my husband and I felt this "push" to each other the day we met. Hard to describe, but it felt like someone was guiding him to me and vice versa. She obviously had a sense of humor because we met in the sponsor bar after we both had played our respective co-rec touch football games. If you knew me or my husband, you would never guess we ever played "football".
My husband tells me he fell in love with me "instantly". I was a little more cautious. I had crashed and burned enough times that I went into our early "dating" with the mindset that "I was getting a free meal" and no other expectations. So sad, but true. It didn't hurt that my husband was a great guy to hang out with - so not only did I get a free meal, he was good company too! He was very patient with me, thank goodness. About 3 months into our relationship, I realized that he wasn't just a "pretty cool guy to be with" but that I had fallen in love with him too - the whole package that he is. He was my best friend from the start, we talked every day but one, since the night he called me to ask me out. I always looked forward to his calls too!
He knew I had this philosophy that we needed to date through all 4 seasons, because like the seasons, we all change as we go through them. A little over a year after our first date, he proposed to me and 9 months later we got married.
That's all well and good, but that is not what defines us as soul-mates. To me, the definition of a soul-mate is - a person that you can share every part of your life, good, bad and other and still hold on tight to "love". Lets face it, every day life can drag a relationship down. When you have a multitude of outside "factors" hitting you from every side - it can put a strain on a relationship. My husband and I have traveled on a lot of bumpy roads in 7 years. We lost two angel babies, dealt with infertility, job loss, sick parents, death of a beloved pet, and all the medical issues surrounding my son. Through all of this, we have become stronger people individually and as a couple. I know I can lean on him and I hope he knows that he can lean on me. We might be crabby and mean to each other on occasion, but in the end - I know I couldn't and wouldn't want to ride down these bumpy roads without him. He keeps me sane and strong. He completes me, and he is my Soul-Mate!
Thanks for making me cry in the hospital room. I love you too, and could not express it any better.
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