Autumn is my favorite time of year. I particularly love it for many reasons; the crisp weather, cool colors, halloween, my hearing being restored after losing it, and I met my husband.
Today, I’m reminancing the day I fell in love with Justin, my husband. I had signed up for online dating a year before, using both Match and eHarmony. I met a handful of unusual men. None of them were right for me. Mostly, not mature enough or had the wrong intentions.
The Park Bench
It was only a month before, when I sat in the darkness on my twin bed, weeping softly. It was early in the morning. Everyone was sleeping soundly. I had never felt so lonely in my life. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming and no one even bothered to look at me. What were my hopes and dreams? Only I could be the one to answer that. Will someone ever love me? I had an awful lot of baggage with health problems left and right. I was insecure in my petite body. My life was far from perfect. I didn’t endure all the suffering in my past, only to settle with unhappiness. I couldn’t describe exactly how I was feeling. I just knew, I didn’t feel like myself. Something was wrong. Maybe I was just depressed? I met with a therapist I eventually stopped seeing, because I didn’t think she was helping. I left crying after every weekly appointment. I didn’t know what else to do. There was only one thing left. PRAY. I prayed like I never prayed before. I asked the Lord to send me happiness. Send me love. I needed love. Little did I know, there was a man on the other side of town, praying for the same thing.
It was a beautiful indian summer afternoon and was less than a month since we first started dating. We decided to take a walk through a local park. I could hear the crunching of leaves as we walked along the winding, concrete path. We were deep in conversation, still getting to know one another, when we decided to sit down on a wooden bench. This particular resting area was located right in front of an open field, tall with grass. During a brief moment of silence, I looked up towards the sky. The sun was shining brightly among the sky full of fluffy clouds. The weather was perfect. I suddenly felt goosebumps appearing across my arms, my heart was beating quicker by the second, and my mouth was completely dry. What was happening? It was then, that I knew. For the first time, I was falling in love. My heart was telling me, he was the one.
My husband is everything I’ve wanted in a man. He’s kind, patient, humorous, easy-going, and makes me strive to be a better woman and wife. He calls me by a new “pet” name everyday, he compliments how pretty I look when I dress nicely and even when I’m wearing pajamas. He occasionally surprises me with an arrangement of flowers, he knows what I order from most restaurants, my favorite candy, my favorite color, what I watch on TV, and always drives me to the craft store or anywhere else I need to go. When I’m out of line, he sets me back in my place. He attempts to make me laugh when I cry and when that doesn’t seem to work, he wraps his arms around me tightly and promises me there are better days ahead. I would not be able to live without him. He’s my knight in shining armor, the biggest blessing of my life. My prayers were answered.
I discovered love when I was eighteen years old. I thought my world was ending, when in fact, it was just beginning. I didn’t know who I was yet, but I found myself along the way. Our lives haven’t been an easy road traveled. It’s been a long, twisted, and bumpy path leading into many different directions. We’ve both said things we regretted, treated each other with less than respect, and questioned our relationship a few times. However, it takes two to make the road run smoothly. Choose your daily battles. Be quick to apologize. Always say goodnight. Quality time together is important. If you are patient, dedicated, determined, and attempt the much needed effort, love will win. It always does. Don’t let the devil steal your heart.
When we dated, we gifted each other small wooden and leather trunks to store our special memories in. You might assume this was my idea, but actually, it wasn’t! My husband thought of it first. Our boxes are pretty full by now. Even though we are married, we still save mementos. I’ve saved everything from movie tickets, greeting cards, corks from champagne, and other items from inside jokes. I automatically smile every time I open it and see all the memories we’ve shared together. Its also bittersweet, knowing it was seven years ago. Time sure travels fast!
Pictured above is a few items from my memory box. A few movie tickets from a collection full of every movie we’ve seen, a cork from the champagne bottle and Disney pin from our honeymoon, a short love note from my husband wrapped with shiny purple ribbon, a christmas bow from our first christmas together, and a heart locket my husband gifted me when he confessed his love for me and gave me “his heart.”