I met my husband in a bar.
I know, not the most romantic way of meeting the person you are about to spend the rest of your life with but I believe love hits you when you least expect it and sometimes, in the most unexpected of places, too.
Last night I was on the couch sitting next to my hubby watching The Bachelor. He usually doesn’t get sucked into this kind of television but there really wasn’t anything else on so he continued to watch with me. An obligatory viewing, if you will.
As we continued to watch these women fall all over this unstable guy, I could only think of one thing: I am so happy to be married – happily married.
Don’t get me wrong, my marriage is FAR from perfect. We’ve had many dark days as any marriage goes through and I’m sure there will be many more tough times ahead. We, like the rest of the world, experience the very highest of highs and lowest of lows. But somehow, we always seem to come out of it on top.
And stronger than where we came from.
This relationship is a process, one that we BOTH have to work at every day. Married life is not what I expected it to be but at least I chose to live a life with the man I truly believe is meant for me; one that I love more than he’ll ever know.
Is this a love letter of sorts to the man I married?
But I think it’s more of a thank you – a thank you for choosing to walk down this path with me; for loving me FOR ME, taking the good with the bad and all that’s in between. And loving me more even than he did yesterday as I sit in my sweatpants, hair in a ponytail with barely any make-up on, eating some salty popcorn watching some brainless reality tv…
At one point throughout the show I grabbed my husband’s hand and looked at him. I mean, really looked at him and thanked him for being my partner in life – THIS life, we built together.
So, to those women who continue to sign up for The Bachelor? I wish them luck on their quest for finding love – since this is a show that reminds me how lucky I am to have found mine.