Thank Goodness I Never Had To Go On The Bachelor

I have a husband that loves me....not that just tolerates me, lives with me, co-raises kids with me...he truly loves me. 
I know he has learned this love, the love that lasts a lifetime by watching the love that his parents display.  If anyone knows Wendy, they know she loves loves loves her children.  That does not seem to come into comparison to her love for her husband.
 Love that outlasts fights, hard times, financial difficulties, raising children, ugly moments.

I know Justin loves me.
  After almost five years of marriage and two kids, he still desires to spend time with me, thinks I'm beautiful, tells me I'm beautiful, finds ways to make me feel special and has never threatened or mentioned the word "divorce" even in our hardest times.

Are you thinking, they haven't been married long enough...you just wait.  Wait until year ten or until your third child. 

When I get up, I am thinking of him.
When I'm at work, I am thinking of seeing him. 
When I am coming home, I am excited to see him.

Hard times are inevitable.
Arguments are inevitable. 
Frustration is inevitable.
Disappointment is inevitable.

But I couldn't imagine spending life with any other man.

It hurts my soul to see the women on the bachelor being dismissed and crying saying "why am I not good enough"...I literally want to reach through the screen and tell them that this is not reality.
 He is not the only man on earth.  Do not sell yourself short.
 Sure when you take a helicopter ride in another country, have a picnic basket awaiting you with cheese and wine, random waterfalls in exotic places...seems like a dream come true.

 That's not reality.

But reality CAN be beautiful.  Reality can be full of love.
Do you know love?

                                                         Have you met?

Even in my most frustrated moments, I only have to think of what his intentions are and how hard he works for us, for me.  The sacrifices he has and continues to make.

If I were to wake him up at midnight and tell him that I was really wanting some chocolate, he would get up, go out and get it.  (this story is possibly true)
  Yes, he would be hesitant and ask me a few times if I was serious, but he has never not provided me with something that I have asked for.

We don't live a life full of financial security, knowing the next steps...our life is full of the unknown. 

Let me briefly explain to you what kind of person/wife he lives with:
-Every time I watch dancing with the stars, I make up a dance routine and make Justin preform it with me...learning the moves that usually ends with some sort of a lift.
-I make up random songs/raps with hand movements.
-I am a cleaning/organizing fanatic.  There is really no rest in our household.  I usually have a new tasks ready to take on the day when Justin would rather just relax. 
-I am typically awkward...I make up random sentences that don't make sense just to get a reaction for J.
-I am a loner and Justin loves to be around people.  He tends to stay home with me because he understands I need that.
-I cried once when our rug was ruined.
-I still won't purposely "pass gas" in front of him and I am pretty sure he has seen me poop at least once with the birth of our children...maybe twice.  How do you recover from that?  Gross....
-I give out loud tutorials while I clean.
-I struggle with feeling depressed and anxious.
-I am insecure.
-He gets angry with me (not at me) when I feel like I have been hurt by someone.
-I have the worst taste in television-so I have been told.
Many more things I am sure. 
I love our children so much because they remind me of him, pieces of them remind me of him.  When Bram touches my face when I am upset and he says "don't be sad mommy."  -that is a piece of Justin.
Don't settle.
He is out there.
Waiting for you, like you are waiting for him.
Yes, I believe that it would be hard for me to find someone that could put up with me like J does.


Sleep tight. 
He is anxiously awaiting for you too.

It's late and my son has come down from his bed...to snuggle with his momma and to hold my hand. 
That is his daddy in him.
Blessed. 
                                                         Tearfully blessed.