I have a sweetheart.
He was a gentleman. The first one I had met.
In high school.
He did not kiss me on our first date.
He did not even hold my hand.
He was cute, and so much fun. That's him on the right.
He made me laugh. He was healing for my heart.
We went to college. Together.
Had some really good times. Had some really bad times. But had them all together.
On June 8, 2002, we got married.
On September 18, 2003, our first daughter was born.
On July 27, 2007, our second daughter was born.
On November 2, 2008, our third daughter was born.
Since we have been together, he has worked as a retail clerk, office assistant, property manager, estate manager, and realtor.
Since we have been together, he has been a son, a brother, a grandson, a nephew, an uncle, a friend, a boyfriend, a fiance, a husband, and a father.
Since we have been together, he has seen me through family problems, three pregnancies, three surgeries, depression, frustration, emotions, joy, heartache, work problems, work joys, life.
Since we have been together, he has introduced me to my Savior. He has shown me that, as much as he loves me, his love will never compete with my Daddy's love. That his plans for our life cannot compare to His plans. That while he will do everything in his power to take care of me, ultimately, it is His responsibility.
Some years, Valentines Day has had dozens of roses, jewelry, expensive dinners.
This year, he made me an apple tart.
And bought the roses for our daughters.
We will have a quiet dinner at home. Reflect on where we have been. Dream about where we will go.
And it will be perfect. Because it is with him.
I have a sweetheart.
