Finding Love

Perhaps I should put a disclaimer on this story, especially for my sister. It is very sappy. My sister will either say "gross" or that it made her throw up a little in her mouth. :) However, I am thinking about how lucky I am today. Lucky to be loved by the most wonderful man I have ever met. Lucky to laugh with him everyday. Lucky to get to look into his eyes and know that I am home.
I wrote this a couple of months after we started dating. From the beginning it was different, he stood out among the rest. I kept thinking he would change after I got to know him better. This situation is what my sister calls the "representative." You know what I mean. When you first meet someone and they seem great. Then after a while, you slowly see their true colors until you realize they are not the person you thought. We (my sister and I) had decided that on a first date, men should shake your hand and say, "Hi. I am Joe's representative. I am all of Joe's good qualities and none of his bad ones. If things go well, you might get to meet the real Joe in a few months." However, to my surprise, he never changed. He is exactly the same wonderful man today as he was on our first date, over a year ago.
So, sis, if you're reading this, you might want to look away now. :)


He is the most amazing man I have ever met. Everything I have ever wanted to find in a man, I have found in him. He is not like the rest, with a few good qualities. On the contrary, he has them all. He is the definition of the right man for me. I guess that is why I feel as if I have found the love of my life, my soul mate, my “Mr. Right.” I am so grateful I saw him that night, and as girly as it may sound, I believe it was meant to happen. In my heart I know I am supposed to be with him. Although it has only been a short time, I honestly can’t imagine my life without him, and I don’t want to. I’m not saying I can’t live without him, I know that I can, I did for a long time. But with him…oh how wonderful things are with him. I am happier than I have ever been. If I had to go back to living without him, I’m afraid I would never truly be happy again. Now that I found him, I don’t want to lose him. I found my smile. Not a surface, superficial smile that I paint on my face to hide what I really feel. Instead, for the first time, my smile is genuine. Not only is it genuine, I can’t seem to wipe it off my face. This smile comes from deep down. It is not masking what I feel, it is revealing it…happiness. He makes me happy. Not “having a good time” happy. Rather, it is deep down, from the bottom of my soul, happy. I have loved before, but my feelings for him have grown into something that stand alone; without competition, without comparison, without rival. Everything in my past seems so insignificant next to how my heart feels about him. I have never felt this way. This is the first time in my life I have experienced love the way it should be…thoughtful, passionate, respectful, and mutual. It may have taken 36 years, but for the first time in my life, I am in love.