Less than a year after losing my husband and just a month or so after finding myself I met someone that was different than the others. With most came a lot of noise and chest puffing, talking about what makes them a man or “look at all of my stuff.” He was none of those things. He was “just a guy.” He had an entire tribe of kids (like me), so I felt a little more at ease. I mean telling a guy that you have six children is a little scary. We talked about A/C and heating units. He warned me that he wasn’t some big “rich guy” that wanted to be a sugar daddy. (Thank goodness he did that..lol). From the first time I heard his voice I was drawn to him. It was the tone. It still is the tone. I didn’t give a damn what his income was. I still don’t (but he does just fine for himself if you’re curious). I don’t and never have judged a man by the size of his paycheck. I judge a man by the way he treats animals, babies and other people when you’re out in public.
See the thing is, I liked him. He was fun and he made me laugh in a way I never thought I would ever laugh again. He seemed to understand me like no one else ever had. I was no longer sad when I was with him. He gave me new things to get excited about and made me forget just how broken my heart had been. So, I started spending a lot of time with him. I never expected to fall in love with him and it wasn’t until a forced break that I realized just how much his presence in my life has affected me.
I don’t know a lot about what the future holds, but these are some of the things I am hoping for:
That for him, I am enough. He is for me.
That he will become protective of my heart like I am of his.
That I will get to spend the rest of my life learning and growing with him.