Who Would We Be?

I’m in the kitchen, cleaning. It’s supposed to be spring cleaning where we are getting rid of everything we don’t use and all that blah blah, we do it periodically, the fact it’s spring time just happens to be a coincidence. We never actually get rid of what we’re supposed to, but who really does? Besides the people who post on social media only displaying tiny portions of their home while trying to convince you to buy their decluttering 101 book. Then again, maybe I just struggle to trust anything is real in a world where people make millions off of pulling the cloth over people’s eyes. Anyway, I should be thinking about what I can get rid of, what I don’t use, I should be starting dinner but all I can hear is ferocious giggles from my daughter, my Penny and the wildly exaggerated roars from my husband, my John Christopher. I get to call him that, nobody else. And what a privilege it is to be the one to do that, to be the one to love him that way. Plenty of people talk and brag about their husbands, and they are all valid. Each individual love is beautiful and unique. But my John Christopher, a lifetime will never be enough. Nor will the lifetime after this one or the next or the next. He healed every part of me and done so as a man that was very broken when we fell in love. Don’t worry, for those of you that know some of our history, no need to out us we plan on sharing everything in our own time. And for those that don’t know any of it, buckle up. All I can think about as I listen to them is what I think every time they play like this, every time he takes her on daddy daughter dates to get “frenchie’s”, every time he gets on her level and soothes her over something as silly as a spilt drink, every time he loves her in the way he does. I think, “Who would we have been if we would’ve had love like that?”