While I have my complaints about my husband, and most of you hear them on a frequent basis (Sorry, that's what friends are for, isn't it? LOL)  - I have to say, this has honestly been the best nine years of my life.
It's funny how you cross paths with someone, and you think that maybe you will never see them again. The night he gave me a ride to work I thought that was probably the last time we'd talk. I was engaged to another man and he was interested in my sister - whom, by the way, was NOT interested in him in the least. (Her loss!  ) But life has a way of playing tricks on you.
I was living with my sister, and he had our phone number because I had given it to him to contact her. He'd known her from around town. I went to school out of town. We weren't financially fit to say the least, because I was eighteen and she was nineteen and we worked at a fast food restauraunt. So, when our car broke down and I had to go to work, he was there. That was the first time he was there for me.
Then ... I had to return my pager to the company I had worked for previously, and had no way to get there. So we drove around all day and pointed out places we used to live to each other. He drove me down into the country and showed me his Uncle's Farm.. it was beautiful, sprawling green land with a stream that ran through the middle of it. I'd been feeling badly about a bad relationship and that day really took my mind off of it. That was the second time he was there for me.
Then, when my bad relationship came to a screeching halt while I was losing my ex's baby and he was nowhere to be found (wouldn't even turn his truck around) - Dan held my hand and calmed my fears and stayed by my side. He missed work the next day and slept on my couch while I slept off the pain medication. He got up before I did and went to KMart and bought me a huge stuffed Cookie Monster.
The third time he was there for me...
My best friend died and he stood by while I went a little bit insane. There were occasions that I couldn't stand myself - so I'm quite sure he couldn't stand me either. I'd disappear for days and not come home. When I came home, though, he'd welcome me with open arms and tell me that everything was going to be alright. He believed in our love... he believed in me.
He's kept being there for me. When I was in the accident on my scooter and was in a coma for a month, he never went anywhere but work and the hospital. I think he rarely spent time at home. When they moved me fifty miles out of town to a Nursing Home for rehab, he came almost every day. An extra hundred miles he had to drive to sit and visit with me for a few hours.. he did it.
The day our daughter was born and he walked into the room holding her, I knew there would never be a father on this earth who loved his daughter more, because there isn't a husband on this earth who loves his wife more than he. When he says he'd lay down and die for us, I know that's not just talk. I know he really would.
Our finances aren't great right now, because, of course, we have a baby on the way. We've managed to make our house payment through the middle of November, so at least we can concentrate on the child that's coming. We're not doing much today, just going out to Cracker Barrel for supper with our daughter, after we go and see the Ultrasound of our newest addition. It's the simple things that make life wonderful, and though we couldn't give each other expensive presents this year-
We gave each other nine years of our lives. And we gave each other a daughter and a son. And that's worth more to me than it's weight in Gold.
http://users.adelphia.net/~DanLanham/album/slides/66.html
P.S. Don't give up on love... you never know when it will find you...
Regards,
Kris
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