We met when I was 18 and he was 24. I was a first year University student, he was living and working in Toronto. It started out less than ideal but fate must have been working its magic.
I know he tried not to love me. He thought the age difference was too much, that we wanted different things in life. He had been hurt before but he wanted to find love, to find a wife and to start a family. I had to convince him I wanted the same. He told me he loved me for the first time before he meant to. He asked me to marry him before he meant to. He loved me fully and completely.
I have loved him for half my life but even more importantly I have had his love for all that time. Through the early days of crappy jobs and crazy school schedules. Through working full time, going to school full time and planning a wedding long distance. Through sorting out who I am as a person and the heartache of years of infertility. Through adoption and raising our spirited boys. Through times where I questioned whether our marriage could make it – I have had his love. He has loved me through it all, despite it all, perhaps in some ways because of it all.
I often take his love for granted. But I want him and all of you to know that his love is the most important blessing in my life.