Okay, so I totally sing this song to my husband every once
in a while and giggle. Why, you may
ask? Well, because my husband, Neil, is
17 years older than me. Yes, you heard
me right…it is not a typo. Well, if we
are being technical he is 16 years, 5 months, and 14 days older than me…and
yes, I just wasted five minutes of my life figuring that out! I know that this little tidbit is something
that fascinates people… (not the wasted math time, but the 17 years in
general). And I guess I understand, after
all, we are not famous celebrities where age seems irrelevant, he is not a
wealthy gentleman who stands to make me rich someday. He is simply Neil, a divorced father of
three, a farmer, father of my own three children, the love of my life…my soul
mate. I’m not going to lie and say it
never, ever bothered me. It did. I’m not going to say that if I still crunch
the numbers I don’t inwardly freak out from time to time. I do.
But then I look into his gentle eyes, and I think about this man that I
gave my life to, and that’s that. I can’t
think about it anymore because I can’t imagine NOT loving him…I can’t imagine
NOT being with him. He makes me a better
person. He is the model of the best
person. When I’m having a horrible day,
he listens…when I need him to, he has my back…and when I stand to lose it and
freak out, he reminds me to take the high road…and because of that, I do…I
can. He is my rock. And because of that, I consider myself to be
ridiculously lucky. And as a special
bonus to HIM…Dr. Oz has assured us that a man, married to a women, not 10,
not 20, not 13 years, but you guessed it…17 years younger is destined to live 10
years longer than the average man.1
That’s right…I give him an extra decade of life—can YOU say the same
about YOUR marriage?
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