He loves me like a love song

All my life I wanted to be the object of affection that sappy songwriters wrote about. I would listen to the radio dreaming about my future husband and how much he would love and adore me. He would need me, he would want me, he would write lyrics like the ones I heard, and they would be about me.
As I got older, I had boyfriends, some serious, some not so serious. I was married. We married for the wrong reasons. I thought that I had loved him. I hoped that we had done the right thing. But then a song would play on the radio and I knew. I knew he didn’t love me like that. And as much as I hate to admit it, I didn’t love him like that either. I tried. I wanted to, really I did.


I had decided that a love like that didn’t exist. My marriage was intense. It was all of that good, bad, worse.. We finally ended our marriage December 2002. I had no intentions of trying to find “love” again. I was going to raise my two daughters, and try to live my life happier and healthier than I had in 4 years. That was my plan........ until HE came along. He started working in the same department the exact month my divorce was final. April 2003. I remember him coming in for his interview and thinking how young and innocent he looked. A few months later he was stopping at my desk making small talk. Pretty soon he was sitting down often for long chats about everything from kids to religion. He pursued me I ignored it. Our first actual outing together was supposed to be a group hike with a bunch of co-workers. When no-one else showed up he and I went as planned and their it began. That was June.
What attracted me to him the most was his abiding faith, and generous heart. It didn’t take long after that. We were married January 5th 2004.

He loves me. He loves me like a love song. When I hear something on the radio I feel it deep in my soul. I know that he feels that way about me. And I feel the same way about him.
If only he could sing…

Here goes nothing....

So I've done it.
I am officially a blogger!
For years now, I have read other blogs, and admired the woman, (and occasionally the men) that I read. Admired them for just doing it. Not worrying about the fact that what they might write will not always sound perfect, or that sometimes what they have written about themselves or their lives might bore someone to death. Are you still awake? I'm not a writer, I'm not a comedian, but I do have a job, a husband, and 3 kids! That counts for something. Occasionally I have something exciting to say..... I think!
My goal is to write whenever I get the chance. To keep here, the stories of my life, my children's lives, and to keep everyday drama to a minimum...
I want this blog to be positive, but real.
So here goes nothing.........