When I explore the many years I loved, lived with, and married my husband, I am forced to accept my flaws. The times I wasn’t a good person or partner. It’s not easy to shine a spotlight on my worst mistakes. There were situations that happened, and even today when I think about them… my stomach is tied in knots and my heart aches.
He wasn’t perfect and neither am I. Regardless of every imperfection, we love each other.
We love each other on the really bad days.
We love each other on the radiant days.