If you’ve visited this blog before, you know that my favourite blogger, The Gypsy Mama runs a challenge every Friday called ‘Five Minute Friday’. She throws out a prompt and the rest of us, “stop, drop and write for five minutes”. I think that I’m also supposed to do some fiddly things with link-backs, but I haven’t quite figured out how to do that.
The prompt for this week is “Still” and my contribution is dedicated to a man that I suspect I’ve been taking for granted lately…
Here it is:
It’s been a long time that we two have been muddling through life as a couple. And I’m so glad that we’re still figuring it out together. Thank you for being so willing to figure out the way that will work best for us, for being open to forging new paths.
In the beginning, no-one thought that we would make it – we were too young, too different, too co-dependent, too inexperienced. And yet here we are – still together. Thank you for proving them wrong with me.
We’ve made it through some terrible times – infidelity, insecurity, addiction, recovery, depression, financial woes. And still we face the tough times hand in hand. Thank you for not giving up, even when I did.
We have shared so many firsts – our first real jobs, my first car, our first home, our first child, your first business. And there are so many firsts ahead of us. Things never get boring with you, because you’re always looking for new adventures and helping me to overcome my fear of the unknown. Thank you for making me braver (and for forcing me to use some of my tickets).
There have been times of absolute chaos – seven kittens and one cat in a flat, three kids in a two-bedroom house. And still the chaos gusts about us as we try to find our calm, cuddled on the couch with no need to speak. Thank you for being willing to open your heart and home to me and mine, even when all you wanted was a quiet place to rest.
15 years ago, I knew you were the one. I felt at peace with you. You never put any pressure on me to say or do (or be) anything other than what is true to who I am. And you instinctively understand what that is, like a romantic hero from the books that I devour (and you kind of despise).
In the midst of all my craziness you are still, and in your stillness I find love and serenity.
You are still my calm, my refuge, my strength, my sanctuary.
And I am still giddily, gloriously, head-over-heels in love with you.