Think Abut the Man of There Dreams
The Man Of My Dreams
Now one would think that he would have to be good looking
Tall with wide shoulders and smooth skin and lets not forget
His eyes they would be blue like the ocean. Does this sound good?
One would think:
Now let me tell you about the man of my dreams he is the kindest, sweetest,
all who know him love him women, children, and men just want to his friend.
If any call him he will come to their aid. I doesn't matter if he has to go out of state to accurate. When we first started dating we went to the farm I stepped in doggie poo
how would have knew. My prince charming rush to my aide sat me in the seat of his
gray carmro and like prince charming removed the shoe. Took my shoe and away he flew to the pump and not only use the brush but soap too. When he returned and place it on my foot I knew this was the man I would marry. Because he took crap from me and he didn't have to. I knew he would do this for the rest of my life and I need someone like that.
Now I knew that when he ask me to marry him 1 1/2 years later I would say yes but I still had not seen his temper. saw him happy I saw him upset and I saw him pout but never mad so before I answered him I ask him do you ever get mad and he said well I don't know if you ever make me mad I will let you know.
I have been married for around 28 years he has been my rock thru 2 c-sections and raising our kids. When I got brain cancer and I told him I wanted to go to Texas he answered me with lets see if we can get your parents to help with the children. My mother took in the children as if they were her own sent them to school and life when on. So he went with me to Texas and held my hand when Dr.Rao can in and told us his plan to do the MRI brain surgery he ask if this was the only plan and the doctor said no we can try chemo but I said no I want it out . Again he stood by me now this was not easy Dr. Rao said I could die I could be where I could lose all my memory and I could come out all right and that was all I focused on was I could be alright so that was my eye on the prize. When I woke up and couldn't talk and still had cancer and on hair on my head he was sill there playing the madilon. I took a year of chemo and losses all my hair everywhere and he held up my head while I threw up and this why I love him so much.
There is a bond between a woman and a man that god joins together and that is the man of there dreams it is call soul mate.
Copyright © Patricia Bernard | Year Posted 2014
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