teerox

I was thinking last night while at work, because I have a mindless and awful job with nothing but time to think. I am at 35, just becoming myself. I pondered for a while how it is that it took me so long to become me, then it dawned on me, that it is my wonderful husband that has allowed me to become who I really am inside. He accepts me as I grow, and nurtures me in ways that I have never known possible. He truely loves me unconditionally. It is something I never thought possible, to be so totally in love, and so totally accepted for who I am. I know it sounds all cornball, but I am such a lucky woman. I hope that he is even fractionally as happy and satisfied in our relationship as I am.