He pulled up to my house in his sexy new car. He was the bad boy with tattoos all up and down his arms. If you saw him on the street, you would never guess he’s a true gentlemen that opens your every door, has crazy respect for his mom or one day would be a dad that kisses boo boos and searches hours on end for lost pacifiers. I didn’t know he could get any better until he opened that car door and in jumped my dog. Shocked, embarrassed and really nervous this just ruined everything (including the new car interior). He laughed it off, and I knew he was a keeper, and he knew I was a dog lover.
Those puppies were my babies before we had babies. I may have brought them into the relationship, but Justin loved them and, most of the time, he tolerated their crazy barking antics, too. You can’t imagine needing someone’s love, but over the course of our 10 years together, I can say that there are definitely times that not only did I cherish his love, there have been tough times when I needed it. On Sunday, we had to say good bye to our 13 year old Chihuahua, Lily, and in his arms he allowed me to grieve, and cry and just let go. Some people may not get it, but those who call themselves dog lovers know what’s it like to welcome an animal into your home and heart as part of the family. Justin gets that part of me.
Marriage isn’t always about over the top adventures. Sometimes there are days when it’s a lot of the monotony of the day to day and as life would have it, there are times when there is sadness. In our marriage, we share in the joys and the sorrows the other is facing. On Sunday night and maybe a few other nights since then, he has been there to pick up the pieces, because that is what love is all about.