I just want to say that I have the most wonderful husband in the world.
Saturday was my birthday and I got coffee in bed, chocolates and diamonds. Plus the long suffering soul let me drag him to a craft fair after which he made me dinner and we ate the cake he baked -from scratch
But that isn't what makes him wonderful- we were both married before and we had our ways but he accepted my sons, loves them lends them money, yells at them when they need it
He is the neatest man in the world and I am "his mess" He can always tell when I'm in his kitchen because on the very rare occasions I cook I wreck the place looking for stuff
He has supported me through three operations, menopause hell and several job changes
He may be no one's idea of prince charming but he makes me feel like a queen
At 39 years of age when I met him I finally knew what love was- that you don't have to give up yourself to love, that you can be scattered and stubborn andme and find a man that can make you laugh and feel cherished. The last 15 years of my life have been the most wonderful and I don't know what I did to deserve him but I'm glad he's mine