Ask anyone, I’m head-over-heels for my husband. Truly smitten by him. Our paths to love and finding one another weren’t traditional but they brought us together. I’m forever grateful and forever in love. Truth is, I haven’t stopped falling in love with my husband since the day I met him. Sounds cheesy and a bit cliche, but it’s also incredibly true. I’ve learned you should find a partner that you keep falling for, over and over again, for the rest of your life.
The other night we ventured out to our son’s first tee-ball practice. We arrived to find 9 spunky four and five-year-olds and 1 overwhelmed coach. The coach quickly asked if my husband would jump in and help. Without hesitation, my husband agreed. With the sun shining down on a beautiful Indiana night, there stood my husband, out on the field with our son and his team.
Right there on that ballfield I fell in love with him all over again. Smitten by his kind heart. Love-struck by the fact that he looked handsome as ever out there on that field coaching those feisty kiddos. Not kidding. I had a super cheesy smile and butterflies in my belly. I fell head-over-heels in love with him again right there in that moment.
This isn’t the first time that I’ve fallen more in love with him since becoming his wife. It’s just the latest.
I fell in love with him again when he picked me up from my darkest places and reminded me to breathe. He is my calming ground.
I fell in love with him again after my mother passed away and for the first time in my life another person felt like “home”. He is my rock. He is my person.
I fell in love with him again when he adopted my two children. When he took them in and loved them more beautifully than I could have ever imagined. He is our biggest blessing.
I fell in love with him again when our son was born and I saw him hold our baby for the first time. In a single moment I watched his heart expand and nearly explode right there in the delivery room. He is the best father a kid could have.
I fell in love with him again as he stood so strong and brave holding our sick son during numerous trips to the E.R., when I was barely holding on. He held our son in those moments and also my entire heart. He is brave.
I fell in love with him again when I saw how devoted he was at taking care of our entire family. How he always prioritizes us. How he always works hard for us. He is our inspiration.
I fell in love with him again as he lead our daughter off to her first “Father-Daughter” dance with a sparkle in his eye and a lump in his throat. He is one-of-a-kind and his love is such a precious gift.
I fell in love with him again with each “date night” he plans. He continues to plan romantic moments, just like he did when we first met. He ensures we get quality time together, even when it’s tough and even when parenthood has taken most of our time and efforts. He is my Prince Charming, the realistic version, which is so much better.
I fall in love with him, over and over again.
I hope I never stop falling in love with him. I hope I never stop finding new ways to love, appreciate and admire him. He is the love of my life and I love falling deeper in love with him with each passing day.
