It's all the things in the middle

We stand by each other's side through the thick, the thin & everything in the middle. 💗 

We've been doing the middle for a long time, and I'm telling you the middle is the best, just like double stuff Oreos. 

When I first knew this man of mine, before he became my Mister, I knew he was different. Not like any other men I'd ever met before, for many reasons, but I'll never forget how he offered to help me deliver phone books. A simple gesture, that could have just been spoken, because I mentioned the trouble and frustration of the upstairs downstairs delivery to apartment complexes, but it was an honest gesture, and I knew if I'd have accepted his offer, he would have just said, "When?"

This was a passing job, requiring only labor and time, an in-between kind of job, to make things due until I could find work and catch my breathe. Not the office job I was accustomed. 

I barely knew him. 

I mean, he was my sister's husband's brother, but that's all I knew. And I was a divorced mother of 2, not looking for any sort of man as my heart was still lost and that was way more important to find. 

I borrowed a wagon from my youngest sister the next day, delivered those books, so I could buy my Bigs bunk beds. We were all living at my parents now. Stuck back in time, although my life was moving forward. Slowly, sad, and repairing. 

I didn't fall in love with him then, there was a lot of stuff in need of mending,  that took some time, but I fell in love with an idea, and that changed everything. 

My mind & heart opened up to the possibilities of being worthy of love, and slowly my heart caught up with me. 

We are no longer newlyweds, however I think, middle-weds has a catchy ring. 

19 years, 3 months & 15 days, I'm counting.