The love of my husband. That is what inspires me.
We have been married only two years, and since we met, something almost magical has happened to my life. Both us of being in our 40s makes this gift all the more divine because like me, he had given up on love too…
His life had been a road paved with disappointments, setbacks and death. When we met no family member existed: his mother had died, his father had died, his sister, a victim of murder; his brother an addict. He was behind a wall, he says, until I came into his store two years ago. Since then our lives have been filled with laughter and yes, love.
He is an inspiration to me because he is real. His mouth speaks the truth. His heart speaks to mine. My life was full of brief encounters and distant men, my family detached, my heart empty. Now there is nothing I cannot accomplish with him by my side. He sees me as his reason for living; calls me his world. He says there is nothing he can do about how much he loves me, because ‘when the hearts are talking,’ you have no control.
I had my doubts at first, not knowing if he might be another fly-by-night romance. But he knew from the start. He’d say, ‘you’ll catch up.’ And I did. Did I ever! Now I never go to sleep without saying ‘I love you.’ I never wake up without thanking God for this man.
His patience and caring have given me a reason for living and most of all, it’s given me a better understanding of what true love really looks like and feels like.
During my single days, friends would always say ‘there is someone for everyone, and when you least expect it, you will find him.’ I discounted those words then. But turns out they were right. No one on this earth makes me as happy and glad to be alive. He says our relationship is not up for discussion, no matter what problems may arise. He says if I pass away, he is going too because there is no reason for him to stick around here. He is truly what a man should embody and I am glad is the ‘someone’ God chose for me.