A critical component of my
growth as a human being can be attributed to my relationship with my husband. His resilience and willingness to patiently
care for me, while adjusting to my own quirks and personal dynamics (and mine, his) is one of
the many reasons why it’s a been a success and continues to thrive. Our
marriage was a turning point only in that our bond was secured, sealed on
paper, witnesses attested it. The truth,
though, is that our roots anchored and kept us stable long before that day
of matrimony. We were two people as friends,
first. We were cohabitants prior to our union,
which was more complicated than I would have anticipated. We are so very diverse in our personalities and
nature, and this proved to be a struggle in the earlier months of our existing
beneath the same roof. With time, we grew
more patient about or space and it became our sacred home, filled with peace
and a dream we’d always longed for.
And yet our core values
remain our constant. Loyalty, truth,
laughter and friendship are our major priorities. Our marriage has taught me how to facilitate
better communication, to know when silence, and only my ears, not my lips, are
needed by him. To know when to give him space, when to extend
my arms. To become a more independent
being.
I don’t consider myself an
especially religious person, I am far more spiritual. However, the prayer for our marriage made on
our wedding day was that we would love each other least that day and that it
would continue to grow. I didn't know in that moment sitting with him in
church, hand in hand, how true that would be. Three years later, and I'm even
more eager about delving into this life with him with an enhanced passion than
I had for him that day. I know as the years go by, it will only taste sweeter. His
gifts to me are endless: laughter, compassion, honesty, friendship and more fun
than I could have ever imagined. We have our moments, and not every day is
easy. It is far from perfect. Loving him is loving an imperfect being, and
I know it is the same for him. And yet
it works. I am his, he is mine. He is it. 
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