Mags: "Can I wear your ring, Mama?"
Me: "No, Mags, this is my wedding ring. It's very special to me and I don't want it to get lost by accident."
Mags: "That's the ring that means you're married to Daddy?"
Me: "Yep. Sure does. It means that we'll be together for our whole lives."
Mags: "And he can never, ever escape from you. EVER?!?"
Chris: (looks at me, smirks) "Yep. That's about right, Mags."
He's my constant. The one person in this world who knows me better than I know myself. The keeper of all my secrets. The man whose face lights up at the sight of his children. My guide in finding that one more ounce of patience to make it through the day. He's a gentle reminder that it's not as bad as it may seem. He's one to see both sides of the situation. A thinker outside of the box. His laugh is contagious and his humor is my own. A brain full of movie facts. A bottomless pit of patience. The person who others depend on. He's a hard worker and a creative writer. His determination is unmatchable.
Our romance is simple. It's the smile he flashes, the way he suffers silently through vampire movies, the unexpected cup of coffee he makes, the quick dance in the kitchen, how he keeps me guessing, the piles of laundry he folds, the way he wrangles the kids, the killer of ginormous spiders, and the listener of all my silly whispers.
I love you, Chris, more than I could ever say.
Even when you do things like place a Hannibal Lecter cardboard
cutout to fall forward at me when I open my closet door.
|It is Halloween season after all.|
Also, his marriage proposal to me was unforgettable.
You can read about it in my past post, My Wish For You.