53 years ago, my husband asked me on a date when we were both college seniors. I wasn’t actually thinking about marriage, but I just knew I wanted to be with him. After five years of dating (and dating others), he asked me to marry him. Because we didn’t have children, our marriage became the most important thing in my life. He was my knight in shining armor, and I couldn’t wait to get home from work. My heart fluttered when I saw his car in the garage.
We wrote each other love notes and left them around the house. I told him frequently how thankful I was that he was my husband, and how every woman should have a man like him. Then nine years ago, my world fell apart when I lost him to a sudden illness.
Even though I felt like a different person with only half of me remaining, I consider him my husband still. I have enough of our mutual love in my heart to carry me to the end of my life.
I’ve often wondered what many people expect in a marriage. If you put your spouse first every day, and acknowledge the treasure they are to you, moving on from spats and giving each other room to grow, life will be easier and your relationship will build into a strong fortress that will withstand all kinds of storms.
Our Mutual Love Will Carry Me Forever
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