Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday
They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together still going strong
You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss good night
Ain't nothin' better
We beat the odds together
I'm glad we didn't listen
Look at what we would be missin'
When we got married, there were many family and "friends" who were convinced, and had no qualms telling us, that we would never make it. Different backgrounds, different social status (I married the boy from the wrong side of the motorway), different looks (me a deb, he .... well, even my mother said : But, he is sooo ugly), different goals (I was off to see the world, he just wanted to be an aircraft mechanic), different interests (I love reading, ballet, theatre - you know, larney stuff, and he lives for car racing and wrestling), different manners (I please and thank you all over the place and he calls a spade a fu*king spade), different personalities (I'm the standoffish, non verbal type and he is the touchy, feely, let's talk type) in fact, even our differences are different!!
The word love doesn't even begin to cover how I feel about him after a third of a century of being with him. I respect, admire, treasure and cherish him. He truly is my rock, my very best friend and the only living human being that understands even an nth of my quirks and idiosyncrasies. He found me and then helped me to find myself. He is strong and sensitive, fiercely protective and doesn't hesitate to defend me in any situation.
Make no mistake, he drives me crazy often and intensely - he drives like Michael Schumaker on speed, his "Latin" temper has gotten us into some fairly hot water, he burps and farts - often and loudly!, he is beyond stubborn, his socks smell, , he slurps his soup ... and his coffee ... and his drinks ...he has no sense of colour co-ordination with his clothes, and ... and ... and
So, although he will probably never read this (he doesn't read much!), this is my homage, my tribute to this gentle giant of a man with his dauntless spirit - I appreciate him and am so grateful that he stuck with me through this rollercoaster of life and every day I wonder how I could have got so lucky as to pick the very very very best one of the bunch.