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I Have More Proof

Unequivocal proof my husband loves me.

But not that I’ve ever needed it.

Even when we’re on other tasks – like searching for the perfect Christmas present for Cameron – he’s thinking of me.  I left his side in Target in Missoula to buy and feed Cameron some Gerber Graduates ravioli.  We found a quiet spot in the in-store Starbucks and he cleaned off the entire bowl.  When I eventually found Bryan and Ian again, he had a surprise for me.

A small glance at a item, or token of some sort can conjure so many words, feelings and emotions–and this did for me.

It’s amazing where one decision in life can take you.  I never thought that my life would turn out the way it has, and how blessed I would become.  When I so unexpectedly stumbled across this man almost 8 years ago, I had no idea the series of events that would occur which would change my course forever.  Even the quiet times are special; sometimes all we need is to share a smile and we know what the other is thinking.  We even share a love of self-depreciating humour.  I think we’re hard wired the same way.

Our life together has taken us down paths and to crossings we never thought we’d see, but we are stronger and wiser for the experiences.  We’ve learned our happy times are trials too.  How will we use this time to build and reflect on the things we have learned (?).  The quiet (peaceful and stress-free) times are sweeter, appreciated; given the acknowledgment they rightly deserve.

Despite my shortcomings and failings, he loves me for who I am and that couldn’t make me more prouder.  I know that through him I feel more empowered and enabled.  When I doubt my own abilities, he is always there to lift me.  I love him just for his compassion and empathy towards me.  He always knows exactly what I need.

Even when it’s a box of British chocolate biscuits.