I was going through honey's computer today...making sure I got pictures that I didn't have, ect. This was the machine she used for college, so there TONS of documents on it but I came across a bunch of titles that I thought were odd and sure enough, there is a (to me) treasure trove of little things she jotted down but never showed me...this is one of them. Yup....I cried...a lot.
This is a family poem. I am writing about the love that my husband shows me. It is about me running my first marathon.
Real Love
My day has started it’s 4am The coffee is brewing my bag is packed I’m running in circles and there he calmly stands The love of my life picking up my slack
Without question he will get me going Thinking of all the little things I forgot He takes such care of me without even knowing Never given to himself a single thought
The race has started and he waits patiently to the end Taking pictures and yelling you’ve got this doll My wonderful husband my greatest fan Meets me at the finish line standing proud and tall
True love he shows is so many ways The test of time has come and gone I cherish the way he loves me every day And my love for him will forever be strong
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