As a young teenager I made a list of the characteristics I wanted in a future husband—he had to love me for who I was, he had to be a family man, a good provider, a hard worker, and he had to be 5’7” (since I’m only 5 feet tall, I didn’t want to marry someone who would tower over me). I also wanted to marry an Italian.
I was attracted to different guys, but none of them really fit my criteria. I got engaged to this one guy because I didn’t think the guy I wanted really existed. Then one day he stood in front of me and I knew that it was him. How did I know? Because a thousand voices said, “It’s him!” I had goose bumps and I was at a loss for words.
I ended my engagement and I did everything I could to be where this new guy would be— I wanted him to notice me, and he did! Seven months later we were married.
Today marks his birthday. It’s hard to believe that I have celebrated 31 birthdays with him. We met a few months before his 19th birthday; in fact, this is a picture of him when we celebrated his 19th birthday.
Through our nearly 30 years of marriage, we have grown stronger together. He truly is my best friend— he’s the person I talk to when I am sad, happy, or mad.
I am so thankful that God has blessed me with this wonderful guy that I call my husband. Happy birthday, cutie! I love you!
Copyright © 2014 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti