All I Ask Of You

Last night my husband dropped by at home. He was supposed to be at work but he came by for awhile. I was carrying my son as I was approaching our resident when he came running down to greet me. I was surprised to see how smart he looked that nite.

Then I realized he just cut his hair.

He looked good. He cut his hair for a gathering he just attended that evening.

I wish with all my heart I could have so much passion for him as I had before, before we were married, or at least on the 1st year of our marriage.

The fire is now gone, almost completely. Both tired, fatigue and so consumed with financial worries.

Marriage is meant to be forever. And I intend to make mine last a lifetime, till death do us part. But I sometimes find myself thinking "Where are we heading?".."Where do we go from here?"

To have a marriage so fragile like mine, I too often think I may have chosen the wrong man.

I want it all; a husband, a best friend, a kindred-spirit, a soul-mate. To care for you; through good or bad times, to understand your deepest sorrow, to understand why you rebel the way you do. To caress your cheek, and look lovingly into your eyes.

To love me, all of me, and show it.

That is all I ask of you...