The Way I Love Michael

I pain, I cry, I shudder, my breath catches in my throat. Life is hard. My mind wanders and drifts to foggy places, I long for darkness to shutout all the thoughts of problems and conundrums that I cannot solve. Life is so hard. I try, I try again, but again I fail. Why is life so hard?

There you are. You are there, and my head begins to clear. You make me realize that there are problems, and there will always be a problem cropping up somewhere, but together we can wait it out. Maybe we can't fix everything, but we'll wait for daylight together. You'll hold my hand and kiss my tears and I know that no matter how hard things seem, you'll always do your best to make it better for me, and for our little one.

All my worries seem so small when I sit back and I look at you and how you are with me and with our son. You move in my heart, and I can feel that the very center of my heart, the very deepest and strongest part of my heart is yours. You hold all the pieces of me in your hands, and you hold me up high. You are proud of me and you love me, and you make me feel at peace, instead of pieces.

All my life I've scattered the pieces of me farther and farther apart to avoid feeling anything and now you're putting me together, and you're putting us together - making the pieces of Sarah and Michael one big complete puzzle, which we'll glue together with the trials and the hard times that we'll face and will get through with love and respect for each other.

Times will be tough, money will be tight, patience will be short, death and sickness will visit our home and our family, time will weary us, and I'll face situations that I would never imagine I could rise above, but because I am doing it all with you, because I am doing the rest of my life with you, I will know when I lay my head down on your shoulder each night that tomorrow is another day to love you and to love our baby and I will be okay, you make me okay. Thank you and I love you.