It’ll be three years in April that we’ve been married, and I’d never been with anyone other than her for three months. She’s everything to me, thirteen years ago when I first laid eyes on her she was everything to me. All those years we were apart while I was in prison, and then the happiest day of my life when she called me up to find me after I got out…I just never thought it would be like this. Not me, not mr. I’ll never get married. And with every passing day I look forward even more to growing old with her. With every passing day she makes my heart bigger, makes me believe in things like the human soul, reminds me I must have one.
It gets dark for me sometimes. She’s my light. There’s times I forget the words. She sings them to me. She’s brought me two beautiful children, within their innocence I’ve discovered something of my own thought lost. When I cant go on, she pushes me. When I’m at the edge, she pulls me back. I just cant imagine my life without her.
She’s my wife, my sweet Deanna and I love her so.