When my husband came home today I was waiting on him in front of our home. Sitting there...peacefully watching the comings and going of our neighbors. I went inside to use the bathroom and as I was inside...he drove up and Jaru and Lucy alerted me to his arrival. I walked outside and stood in front of the door and waited on him to get his suit jacket, briefcase and his lunch bag and then he turned and saw me.
He said something sarcastiky, as he always does and I smiled. We fiddled around outside for a minute and then walked inside our home.
I followed him upstairs showing him all the Fios stuff along the way and talking animatedly about my day. The highs and the lows...the good and the bad.
I tell him EVERYTHING.
He put his jacket down...and he kissed me.
And he kissed me.
And he kissed me.
And then...he told me that he likes kissing me.
And he kissed me again.
And again.
I learned a lot about men from my father. Or rather...I learned a lot about men NOT being a man from my father. I learned a lot about relationships from my parents. Or rather...I learned a lot about how NOT to be in a relationship from my parents.
My husband thanked me for handling the installation of our Fios today like I really had to do anything cept just sit there. He listened to me talk about my day just as I listened to him talk about his where he was actually WORKING. He cracked jokes at my expense and he told me the truth about my actions knowing that I'd never do something I threatened to do when I was angry.
Because he knows I would never.
In these 39 years that I've been on this Earth I've had a lot of ups and downs...a lot of highs and lows. I've done lots I'm not proud of and lots I'm extremely proud of.
The measure of me?
My husband. The measure of me is that God sent him to me and I to him.
I'm in love with my husband. Ridiculously so. I love his smile, his walk. The words that come out of his mouth. I love his work ethic, I love his penchant for dreaming big. I love how he loves me. How sometimes his love is smothering because he knows me so well and knows I need taking care of something awful. I love how nothing is more important to him than what goes on here...with us.
We got some really good news tonight that made us high five the hell outta each other and we smiled...and we smiled...and we smiled. LIke married people do when they did something right and held steady.
I gave him his props because it was exactly as he said it would be and so it was.
I don't know much...but I know my husband loves me.
I don't know much...but I know what it feels to be cherished.
I, Monica Mingo, am a woman in love...and get this...the man she's in love with is ACTUALLY her husband. Imagine that. Imagine that marriage works when you put in the work. When you let the other know nothing is more important to each other than the other's happiness. When you laugh naturally and effortlessly OFTEN.
It's the only way it works.
To all my single friends I want you to hold out for the real thing. Don't accept nothing crazy...don't lower your standards cuz you will end up with something that won't last the test of time nor will it make you feel good. ONLY do what makes you feel good. If it doesn't...MOVE ON.
To all my married friends...make sure that you're FOCUSED. Focused on your spouse's happiness...focused on YOUR happiness.
It's the only way love is able to flourish.
I promise.
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