We go together like… peanut butter and jelly, peas and carrots, tea and honey, salt and pepper, black and white. Well, I could go on, but you get the picture.
I wanted to take a few moments and dedicate my blog to my wonderful husband. He has been my companion, my friend, my lover, and my supporter for the past 15 years. He has been in my life because he chooses to love me. He could have disappeared a long time ago, but he chooses to remain by my side. I have never felt so blessed.
I believe that there is “that one special someone” if you pray for it. I know I did… back in 1994 I had to say goodbye to my dad, who passed away from heart failure. I was devastated. I was daddy’s girl. I had dated a couple of men in the past five years, but not one of them was up-to-par in my dad’s eyes. His little girl deserved the best, and I hadn’t found the “best” just yet. It’s too bad my daddy didn’t get to meet the “best” man for me; he missed the opportunity by six short months. So, I prayed for my future husband. I told God that I wouldn’t look anymore for the man who would complete my life. Little did I know that I was about to meet him the next month.
But God has the best timing, and he knew that I needed to meet my future husband in September 1994. I needed to be pruned of any and all past events to be prepared for my future. I can’t say that my world turned upside when I met my future husband, but as I look back I see God’s hand in all that happened. Our life together has been more struggle than smooth sailing, but we have held tight and will continue to hold tight to each other. Here are some of the things we have in common:
We both like to sing and play the piano. We went to the same high school. We both had the same dentist. We have friends in common. We both love to read. We love to visit historical places. We love to teach our children at home. We love the computer. We love the ocean. We love our faith in God. We both had “old” parents to teach us old-fashioned values. We had parents who lived until “death do us part”. And, of course there’s always more…
As much as we have in common, here are some things that make us completely opposite of each other:
He is an extrovert; I am an introvert.
He is a night owl; I am an early riser (I turn into a pumpkin by 9pm).
He is extremely right brained and creative; I am so left-brained that I scare myself with my OCD.
He loves onions, I don’t love onions. I love tomatoes, and he detests tomatoes.
He is the spender, and I am the saver. But, I do have my moments 🙂
His love language is physical touch; my love language is acts of service.
I am sure there are more things that make us different, but I am so glad that we are not identical. I am glad that we are opposites. We attract each other like hydrogen and oxygen (which becomes water), and when we combine with a little “sodium” we make the world taste a little better. We balance each other in so many ways, and sometimes my OCD wants to balance him out a bit more than he would want. But, we have learned to laugh, cry, and laugh again when life seems out of balance. He is my life-raft, and he is there to catch me when I color out of the lines.
Yes, I am proud to be called Robert’s wife. I may not have the perfect marriage, but I have the best life that I can possibly have. I love my husband, and he loves me. I could even say that he is my soul-mate.