February 12, 2009
Love story competition entry: My wonderful husband
My darling husband, I remember when I was very young, I imagined that one day I would grow up to be a beautiful woman who would have it all. That I would meet my prince and he would take me away, love me, spoil me and grant every wish I had.
Then I saw Cinderella, and of course, the Cinderella complex hit me like a ton of bricks, but I outgrew that one very quickly. Life and the mirror have a tendency to do that. I didn’t want anyone to rescue me anymore.
Life happened and taught me that I was the only person who could rescue me. I was the only person who could save or destroy myself. I wanted someone who would share his friendship, thoughts, goof-offs, life and who he really was, without any reservations and without any fears with me. I didn’t want anyone to save me. Save me from what?
I could handle life by myself, thank you. And I did. Until one day when I was 38 years old and my world, as I knew it, fell apart. Yes, I don’t mind telling my age. I had 38 years of accumulated wisdom. Now I am 45 and very proud of the knowledge, wisdom and dyed hair I have.
Then I met this man, you my love, with the most beautiful smile and blue eyes anyone has ever seen. You smile with your eyes, which nowadays is a very rare quality. I have spent the happiest three years of my life with you, Jurie. I could not have found a better or more loving husband. You are my husband, my best friend, my confidant, my lover and the person who allows me to be me. You are my soul mate. I want to spend the next two billion years with you.
I ponder sometimes what I might have done, to be rewarded with a husband like you. But it really does not matter what I did, what matters is that I have and I will love you until the day we die, and then longer.
The more time I spend with you, and the more I look at you, your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, the way your hair curls, and every single small and big thing you do, I fall in love with you more and more, and believe me, it is possible. Love is infinite; therefore, it can continue to grow. After all, we have all eternity to keep on growing and expanding, and so does love. What an honour to be your wife, to carry your name and to be loved by you.
Your loving wife – Dawn Kruger