Five years ago I married my sweetheart. I’ll never forget the day he and I stood hand-in-hand in front of our family and friends. I was young, scared, unsure, and hopeful. The scents of nervous sweat and fruity perfume surrounded me in my puffed white dress. My makeup was placed with perfection, not a strand of my hair flew free. Our hands trembled as we looked into the other’s eyes. Our lips met in a sacred and sensuous kiss. Tears flowed through the room and the chatter of restless children sent off a homely undertone to the proceedings. Despite the beauty and spirituality of our surroundings, my most vivid memory lies in my darling’s face. His shining green eyes shone with excitement for our future, his smile relayed his promise of eternal love, and the shake of his hands gave away the underlying fears I also felt that day.
Since then I have blessed the day I said, “I do.” Yes, five short years and four insane children later he is still my sweetheart. He is so many of the things I’d always looked for and even more of the things I never knew I needed. He has become a part of me. He is my friend, my lover, my side-kick, my equal. He makes me laugh and cry, smile and scream, and he has brought me the most intimate pleasures as well as the most heart-wrenching pains. Through it all I have never once been able to deny that he is my soul-mate. I knew it five years ago, I know it today and I will still know it tomorrow.
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