It's a funny thing, marriage. We go through life together my husband and I. We work, commute, shop, watch TV, cook, eat, shower, make love, laugh, talk and all the other things we do, together each day. Often by rote. Often without a lot of thought.
I care for him during those times he is in the troughs of depression. When he's ill. When he's afraid. During the nights when nightmares of the past haunt him. It's my duty as his partner to be there for him. It isn't a chore, it's a privilege to be married to him, and to be there for him.
But life is filled with cycles. We go through them and sometimes I just wake up and see him.
Who he really is and what he means to me. In those moments I know what love is.
And it's so intense it takes my breath away.
As I fall in love with him all over again.
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