My husband

Every love is like a leaf.  Some are wrinkled.  Some fall with the seasons.  Some remain green and others turn black and mildew against damp ground in the winter.  No matter the way they change the person who holds the relationship close considers it love.  Love is ever changing, beautiful and a challenge.  You work at it, you care for it and you nurture it.

My love for my husband has been much of all of those I mentioned above.  Not perfection, ever changing, worthy of nurturing.  It has evolved.  It has changed color and shape.  It has grown and shriveled and it is in its current form everything I could have ever dreamed of.

My love lay 20 inches away as I type.  Snoring.  His jammy pants falling just above his cute butt crack.  Sorry Justin, I won't go further.  He snores and his back moves up and down.  He always sleeps with pillows over his head.  Odd to some, perfect to me.  His toes lie still.  Mine constantly move.  He never needs blankets.  I steal them all.   We are a work in progress but we are right now the easiest work I have ever undertaken.

A few years ago and perhaps a few years from now maybe it will not be so easy but I welcome that.  I accept my husband for who he is.  He accepts me for who I am.  It isn't always perfect.  We aren't always on the same page.  But we love each other and we give and take.  And for the last 10.5 years it has worked.  I highly recommend it.  Think of changing nothing.  Accept everything - work together on meeting in the middle of things you do not agree with.  Don't give up easily.  Don't give in too long.  Compromise is everything.  Love is worth it.