Dear Diary,
I love my husband. He tries to make me stop apologizing, he hugs me when I flinch at his movements. He worries about me, and cares about me. I often feel like I am not good enough for him. Funny when he tells me he isn't good enough for me. He is broken, he has his own stories and hell tell. Just goes to show really that everyone has something that they go through. He puts me back together again, and gives me safety and piece of mind.
Just wanted to tell the world, I love my husband, and I am thankful for him. I found him late in life, and always thought before I met him that I was always going to be alone. Sometimes I guess, it's ok to be patient. I don't know if we will be able to live long enough to enjoy our 50th anniversary or not... but I am thankful for the now.