Thirty-one years ago tonight, I met my husband at a dance club where we danced the final two or three dances of the night. I was a 20-year old single mother with a six-month old son, Bob was a freewheeling, 24-year old guy out sowing his oats.
I would never ever have imagined that we'd have three more kids together and one grandchild, that we'd have managed to emotionally overcome the loss of both of our fathers, that we'd have survived the financial crises that we have, not to mention the countless other life experiences we've shared--some joyous, some devastating. So much water under the bridge...it hasn't always been easy, but it's always been worth it.
I know the depth of my husband's love for me...he makes it evident almost every day. This saying sums it all up for me; it's how I can go out and face this crazy world every day. It is how I feel about him, and it is how I feel about our children.
"To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone gives you courage."
I hope you all have the same strength and courage from both loving and being loved.