love birds

Aunt Hilda used to call us love birds. I was 23 when we got married and I was totally and completely over-the-top in love.  We used to have a silent signal to tell each other “I love you” when we were in a crowd. I knew in my heart that we were soul mates – meant to be. Young, silly, sticky sweet love.

Things have changed. Two children, parenting, career changes and life decisions tends to tone things down just a little. We haven’t used that signal in years. My definition of true love has shifted, over the last 20 years. Now, I am fortunate to witness him be an incredible Dad to his children, a fun playful Uncle to his nieces and nephews and still a loving partner to me. I love how kind he is and thoughtful of others around him. I love that he still makes me laugh and sometimes I am the only one laughing at his jokes.  (Sometimes I am the only one rolling my eyes at his jokes too). Being with him still makes me happy.

Happy Anniversary to my love.

 

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