When I was 16 years old I thought I had met my true love. My friends shared this same thinking while in HS and we would plan out our future with our current loves. Well, my mother wasn’t exactly buying what I was selling. Was it love? I would say so, but true love it was not. Despite my feelings and my actions my mother would always say “the man that puts you in your place is the man you will fall in love with.” As a 16-year-old, I felt my mother was simply trying to play me; she brushed my thoughts and feelings off as if they weren’t credible. What did she mean to put me in my place? I didn’t get it and she wasn’t explaining it to me.
Fast forward 8 years and she was right! Although packed nice and tight in a cute little body I’m a lot of woman. I have a big personality; I am loud, very vocal, the life of the party, strong, independent, creative, and funny. Simply put I give the world flavor. Good or bad I am who I am, while I am nice, I’m not for the weak.
In December 2003 I would virtually meet my match on a message board. This wasn’t a dating website or anything but a local message board a mutual friend hosted. Most of the people lived in the area and frequently hung out, partied and chatted during the day. We clicked right away and began to get to know one another via messages, email and eventually phone. On January 6, 2004, we hung out for the first time, I remember giving my girlfriend his address, the make, model, and tag of his car just in case. A girl can’t ever be too safe.
When we hung out he was just as cool as he was online. From then on we started hanging out often and I really enjoyed being in his company. Although this was all fun I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend or anything serious. I had only been single for 2 years and I was enjoying me. Well, apparently this wasn’t how the story was written in my book of life. This man would become my boyfriend, the father of both of my children, my partner, my best friend, my jokester, accountability partner, the person I love to fight with the most and my true love!
When we met at 24 I had no idea where my life was headed. I had a good job, my own car and apartment and me and the girls hung out all the time. Life was pretty good for a 24-year-old. Only it would all change as I became a mother at the age of 25. From day one he was by my side every step of the way. If I had doubts about something he assured me everything would be just fine; we would be just fine. He helped me become the best me I could possibly be while making himself the best man he could be for our son. Years later he remains just as good, if not better.
We’ve never celebrated our anniversary before but Monday (1.6.14) made 10 years and I think that’s worth celebrating. So I thought I would try something a little different.
No relationship is perfect and ours isn’t either but we’ve learned a lot along the way. We’ve had our share of laughs, cries, highs, and lows but at the end of the day, we are here for one another with our arms open wide. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to compliment me. To father my children, to enjoy this thing we call life. To be the first to give me a smack on the butt for my accomplishments and a kiss to make feel better after a hard day or bad news. I love this man from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. Know that I am crazy about him and over him, please don’t make me cut you. I believe he was manufactured in heaven and made just for me. I haven’t found a label on him, but if I ever do, I bet it has my name on it.
Everything isn’t for everybody, and we do things our way but I’m certain we were made for one another. Happy 10-year Anniversary Babe!