Anyway, the only reason I'm writing tonight is to talk about my husband. He's a very wonderful, special, sweet, caring man. There's been some rather negative things that I've had to deal with recently and he's always been here for me, to give me a shoulder to cry on, words of comfort, or just a hug when words weren't adequate. Everyday, he goes to work to provide for me. He holds down a job and a half, just so I can have things that I want. He goes to school for me, so he can have a better job someday so I can be a stay-at-home mom. He makes me feel special all the time, as if I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. He listens to me, even when he doesn't necessarily want to (like when I talk about politics). He loves me... no matter what.
And I love him too, more than words can convey. I know I don't tell him that often enough, which is a fault all of us have I think. But I do love him and that will never change. No matter the trials we'll go through, no matter how I feel, I'll always love him.