Valentine's Day is right around the corner.
I'm thinking about you much lately.
About us.
About where we have been and where we are going.
I remember this little game we played with each other here a couple of years ago.
And I think of what you went through with me this past year.
I remember after it was all over asking you why we never ever - not once - said the word cancer or talked about what if.
How you kissed me right before I fell asleep and told me you'd see me soon.
Your answer - faith.
And with your faith you gave me faith.
We made one more curve on the road to a lifetime.
And I love you.
And I love you.
And I love you.
So here again - a little early 'cause you're not expecting it -
Coming up with the top reason why I love him was hard. There were three tight runners for the number one spot.
Second runner up. He has never, and I mean never, criticized me.
Not for my clothes, or my hair, or my weight, or the house, or any of the other gazillion things he could criticize me for. Never. That's one in a million to me.
Runner-up. He loves me. For me.
Not for the me I let others see, or the me you see here, or the me I want to be. He loves me for the me I would never ever let you see. The other me. The ugly, sinful, hateful, mean, spiteful, remembering me. That melts me.
Winner. A forgiveness he granted me at one in the morning on January 11, 2009. A forgiveness I did not deserve. Forgiveness for a secret I had kept far too long.
Icing on my cake - never, ever has he mentioned it since. That's sexy and romantic and melts me and is far more than one in a million to me. Far, far more.
Whatever the question . . . the answer is yes.
