It would be a beautiful spring day. I would be a little nervous but excited to start the rest of my life. I would be so in love. I would close my eyes and remember a blind date that had set all of this in motion. The long walks on the beach as the sun was setting. Getting lost on one of those walks resulting in a panic attack. The way he would react would be perfect. I would be a sweaty mess by the time that we found where we parked. In his eyes, I would still be beautiful. To him, I would be Beautiful, always.
He would be very mechanical. I love a man who can make things new again. Someone who could take something that someone has discarded and use his talent to make it beautiful. My first car was a classic mustang. How romantic would it be if he would restore a classic mustang, build it with his own hands, and smile as he handed me the keys.
We may or may not be able to have children. If we got pregnant 5 times and have five babies, he would be a nervous wreck … but happy. If we got pregnant 5 times and lost all 5 babies due to miscarriage, he would be supportive to let me deal with each one individually. I could cry on his shoulder asking why this has happened. I wouldn’t expect him to have answers, but he would feel my pain and even hurting he would remain strong.
He would understand my love of animals. He would know that if a stray shows up it will get a warm meal and probably be home for life. He would care for the animals if I was unable to. He might say that he hates dogs all the while living with 5 or 6 of them at even given time. He would understand my connection with horses. He would understand that I am much happier mucking stalls than cleaning house.
My need for creative endeavors and not being able to sit still would be amusing to him. He would enjoy watching me jot down notes in my to do notebook and never expect even half of the items to get done. I make notes, lots of notes. I love organized clutter. My creative juices don’t flow…they overflow.
He would appreciate my love for my family. He would understand that if my parents called and needed me I would be on the road to get to them. He would understand that my Mom is my hero and I am and always will be a Daddy’s girl. He won’t think that it is strange that I talk to my parents on the phone at least 4 times a day.
I would love him like no one has ever loved him and I would feel the love reciprocated. When he was strong, I could relax and when he was weak I would step up and be the strong one. Our marriage would be important and we would make sure to never take each other for granted.
14 years later all of this has come to fruition. I celebrate my anniversary today with my husband. He has been all of this for me and more. We have had our ups and downs (every marriage does). But we work daily to make our marriage better and better. I love him more today than I did 14 years ago. I look forward to many more years with the love of my life. Thank you Michael! I love you all the stars in the sky.