Love is a Gift.

I met him ten years ago while I was working as a certified nurse’s assistant. I was a young, naive new mom who wasn’t looking for love – in fact at that time of my life I was bitter, scared, and had no desire to share my emotions with anyone, because that would mean I risked getting hurt – again.

Call it fate, call it luck, but I took care of Wayne’s stepfather and he came in to visit him often, and I began to get to know him. I was attracted to the fact that someone could so selflessly think of people they loved and devote time into sitting there, caring for someone when I know it’s not a fun or easy thing to do. All too often I saw quite the opposite – where individuals went weeks (or more) without ever having a visitor.

To shorten I very long story, here we are today – though it hasn’t been without bumps along the way. We’ve had our ups and downs like any relationship does, and I’ve grown to ignore the nay-sayers or judgemental people who have purposely tried to tear us down because of our age difference. I don’t care because every love is unique.

It works, for us. Wayne took Anika in as his own and helped me raise her because he fell in love with that little curly red haired toddler. Emma and Noah came along and made our family complete.

Every love is different – and every kind of love that we share is unique. No two loves are alike. I’m so glad that I let my guard down and accepted the love that he had for me initially.