My Romantic Husband

My husband is a romantic at heart. It’s the little gestures he does that really show it. This is a card he gave me recently (courtesy Hallmark):

 

Once there was this guy.

A nice guy, really.

And he met this girl.

An incredible girl – truly amazing.

So naturally the guy falls

head over heels in love with her,

and pretty soon they’re picking out

china patterns and rings

and there’s a wedding

and the starry-eyed couple

rides off into what will surely

be a rosy future.

okay, so now some time has passed

and the guy is living in that future.

he;s still married to this girl,

but now their life includes lots of stuff-

appliances and bills and loads of laundry

and home repair projects.

But between all the to-dos and have-tos

there are those moments

when the guy stops for a minute

and looks around him.

He looks at his wife,

who is still truly amazing,

he looks at their life together,

all the ways and different

directions it’s grown,

he looks at all

the responsibilities he’s got,

and he thinks to himself,

so, this is my life.

And then he thinks,

I am one helluva lucky guy.