"Your Father and I Managed to Have a Child, and We Hated Each Other"

I am sitting on my nest, happy and fat, awaiting the arrival of my darling son. My daughter and I spend our days together, and make sure to entertain a friend of hers with at least a weekly sleep-over. Bills are paid, and as a wise man once said, "Life is good."
To be honest, however, it's better than good. I have found something that only I seem to have. Last week, on the way out of town to visit family, my hub grabs my hand, and says, "I cannot think of anyone else that has a marriage as good as ours." I thought and thought over the few good marriages I have seen- there are only about 4 that I would deem as great. I rattled these off to my hub as I pondered in a means of compare and contrast. Nope, we got 'em beat. I simply cannot believe I have found such earthly perfection. I believe most Americans are going without this. No wonder we have such jacked up kids in this culture. I should know. I was easily about to become a casualty to my parent's first marriage. In fact, if you count my first two marriages, you could say that I was. I had no idea what I was doing, just living and breathing through some dysfunctional fog.
My hub saved me, reached out his hand, and with such utter gentle patience, taught me. I used to see that poem hanging in various places, you know, "Love is patient, Love is kind..." and I would read those words and think "Love is merely a four-letter word, pink and cross-stiched in some grandma's bathroom."
I have now spent a year in love's presence. (Sorry I am so sappy) I have changed for the better. A year of hopes and fears, tears, understanding, communication, patience, devotion, orgasms. If I could bottle it up, I would give it to my friends.