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Fourteen Years Later and I Still Could Not Ask for More

Today is a special day in my life.  Fourteen years ago, I married my perfect match and best friend.  Sure, neither one of us is perfect on our own, but we’re perfect for each other.  I had never dreamed I would be married at twenty-two (I intended to be on my own until I was at least as old as I am now),  but it all just fell into place and I knew it was meant to be.

I’m not always easy to deal with and I’m closed off in my own head so much of the time, but Robert knows how to pull me out and when I need to just stay there.  He’s seen me at my very worst, and fortunately, at my very best.  We’ve shared happy momentous occasions, as well as the simplicity and joy of the small, quiet moments. We’ve seen what we thought was our dreams being crushed, and then discovered the dreams we were supposed to be following… and we learned to follow them together. We’ve sacrificed for each other and with each other, which has only grown us stronger.


A marriage is work, but it’s worth it. I’m not sure who or what or where I would be without Robert, and I don’t want to know.  I wouldn’t be the same me I’m proud to have become if he had not been by my side.  I know God brought us together, and I thank Him for my loving, encouraging, supportive, silly, fun, and all-around wonderful husband.

Fourteen years ago, we stood in a church, exchanged rings, and promised to be one together for the rest of our lives. Fourteen years ago, we danced to our song that still has the perfect lyrics for the way my husband makes me feel.



Something I have NOT done in years is write poetry.  I enjoy prose more, but I used to write poetry almost exclusively.  Here’s one I always liked.


I’d like to free the night

And walk on the ocean

I’d like to touch the rain

As it drips from the sky

I’d like to hear a whisper

Carried off in the wind

I’d like to see the air

Resting all around me

I’d like to smell the moon

As it sails through the night

I’d like to taste the sun

Setting slowly at sea

I’d like to pick a yellow rose

And never let it die

I’d like to feel you with me

When you can’t be by my side

-Terree L. Klaes-