four

Oh, Hubs. These have not been an easy 4 years. We have been dealt many blows that would cause lesser marriages to implode...and I thank God you are who you are when I look back at what we have been through together.

I am irritable and weird and I'm crabby in the morning before I have coffee and a shower...and you love me anyway. I lose patience with you and with our daughter, sometimes getting snappish with you both...and you love me anyway. I leave the ironing until you literally have nothing to wear to work, but you don't get upset with me. I let the dishes pile up in the sink, I spend too much time knitting and sewing and not enough time cleaning, but you look the other way.

You cheer me on in my endeavors, you admire my work when you don't even know what it is I am doing. You cheerfully eat my dinners...even the experimental ones. It seems you ask me for so little, and I ask you for so much. It doesn't matter; you give cheerfully.

We have our moments, and in the last 12 months those moments have come more frequently. It can't have been easy to live with such a depressed wife, to come home to a messy house and no dinner, to dance around my sadness.

But we are still here. Our marriage is not only surviving, it is thriving. I love ya', Hubs. Here's to growing old together.

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me