You know that rock bottom place? We have all been there at some point in our life. Looking up, the climb seems so hard, so rough. We get to this point, where we no longer care enough to try. We have all but given up. We no longer want anyone to help us and we are done helping ourselves.
I have been there. Several times. This very very dark place, where I cannot see any light. Even the metaphoric light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.
Being saved when I did not want to be, turned out to be one of the greatest gifts I could have been given.
All because of one man who is now my husband.
He. Saved. Me.
Unconditionally. He loved me, through a lot of things that I wouldn’t even love me through. Situations I had given up hope on, he believed. He fought for me when I had given up fighting.
He was and is my soft spot to land. My rock when I need one. My anchor. My knot at the end of my rope.
Without him I would not be here today. I would not have the family we have. And I will forever be grateful for what he has done for me.
I will forever love him.