They say that you should always wait until you and your partner go through tough times to see how the other reacts in the situation before you marry them. It’s something that’s been at the back of my mind the last six months, the hope that you were going to be the one I married and spent my life with. But after the last two weeks… I know, without a single doubt in my mind, that I finally found the one who I would I marry and spend my life with. We both knew this surgery was going to take it out of me, but I don’t think either one of us were prepared for all the complications I would have. And when you sat on the edge of the tub with me in the bathroom as I was bleeding and scared, holding my hands and making a plan before I could even think a step ahead… in that moment, I knew. I had never let another person this close before, to see me in my weakest and lowest moments, and to know that I could be weak and place my strength with another instead. You’ve been here every step of the way, through all the ER visits, the gruesome images, the scariness of it all. You’ve stayed here and been my strength and my calm and have loved me through it.
I grew up watching my grandparents and the love story they have shared together, hoping upon hope that I would find the same gentle, sweet love. And I can’t believe I finally found my soulmate.
