He loves me.

He loves me in a different way.
Because our love is different.

Sure, it started off like a fairytale. Lots of whimsical, romantic dates and intimate talks.

We gave each other the best versions of ourselves. We fell in love.

He swept me off my feet.

And when he asked me to marry him, that love became official.

Then that love got real.
It was everyday, all day.

It took work and compromising.
It took forgiveness and acceptance.

Then that love added more love.
And children put our love into a blender on pulse.
Start and stop and start some more, we spun each other crazy at times.

It took time and patience.
It took learning and understanding.

And in the middle of exhaustion and disagreements, it took a lot of letting go.

He loves me.

He loves me in a different way.
Because we are different.

Our love hasn’t changed but our lives have.

His love is giving me a break from the kids when he gets home from work.
It’s a back rub at the end of a long day.
It’s stopping on the way home to grab my favorite chips.

His love is real.
His love is authentic.
His love is what I need and where we’re at in life.

He loves me.
He loves me in a different way.

Our way.

And I love him back more than words could ever say.