Why I still love and adore my husband after almost 30 years... No, he is not the typical romantic, showering me with flowers, jewelry, chocolates, special dates that include candlelight and music. He leaves the toilet lid up every time, leaves his clothes where he takes them off, never turns the lights off, doesnt do dishes, laundry, windows, clean bathrooms, wash or vacuum the vehicles. No, he is not the PERFECT man. But for every IMPERFECT woman, there is an IMPERFECT man somewhere. I was just blessed to find mine early in life. Kevin loves me for WHO I AM and WHO I AM has changed many times over the past 30 years. Yet, no matter what my choices were in life (and I made MANY bad choices along the way), he has loved me through it all. He didnt complain when I was a neat freak, when I couldnt stand a speck of dust on the furniture or a crumb on the counter and now...with a house FULL of dust, dog hair EVERYWHERE, boxes of dog supplies, fundraiser items to provide for the rescue dogs filling every room in the house, not to mention the dogs running EVERYWHERE and jumping all over him...Kevin still loves me. When my hair is standing on end, my body covered in slobber and puppy poop, bruised, scratched, sweaty, stinking to high heaven...Kevin will still stop me while I am on the run...just to give me a hug. When I am feeling like a plain old ragdoll that has been drug through a garbage bin, Kevin tells me how beautiful I am. He has made many sacrifices, including, but not limited to time, money and well being in order to me to follow my dreams…whatever they were at the time. When I collected Teddy Bears or Dreamsicles, he would look for them and actually show interest. When I collected limited edition porcelain and vinyl dolls, he attended numerous doll shows with me. When he told me I would NEVER have a horse, we ended up with 26 horses. He was there helping load grain, hay, train the ones that others had given up hope or neglected to train prior to them coming to us. My first “lesson” horse broke his knee. April Gray was a high spirited Anglo-Arab out of racing lines and could fly like the wind and stop on a dime. Unfortunately when she stopped the one time, Kevin didn’t. While attempting to breed our stallion to one of our mares, our teenage son wasn’t exactly listening and pulled the mare forward and the stallion came down and busted Kevin’s head open. Kevin made many emergency vet trips in the middle of the night, took over after I walked horses with colic for hours on end, helped bottle feed a newborn foal. When I worked for the airlines and travelled the country, including living in Massachusetts while working out of Boston-Logan airport, Kevin would visit me as often as possible and said he would move there for me. I hated that environment and was trying to get back home. While living in Sarasota, Florida, working out of that airport, he supported that decision also and spent long hours on the road to visit me on his days off. And not long after quitting my job with the airlines to come back home to my husband (where I always belonged), I had a conversation with him about fostering for a rescue organization. He said, “Honey, whenever you do something, you always put your whole heart and soul into it. I’m afraid of where this may lead.” OOPSTH !!! Maybe that was the ONE TIME he should have said “NO”. ;)
Posted on: Mon, 02 Jun 2014 23:48:53 +0000