Behind every great man is a great woman.
But, you know what? What about the women? This is the age of equality, isn't it? Partnership? I have to say, behind every great woman is a great man.
I've realized the love I receive from my husband is incredible. He puts up with so much from me, but his love never falters.
He's loved me through depression.
He's loved me through crazy. Not just crazy, CRAZY CRAZY.
He's loved me through fat.
He's loved me through self-doubt.
He's loved me through atheism.
He's loved me when the last person I loved was myself.
He's the first person who has stood by me through thick and thin, with a love that doesn't love only when it's convenient. He's picked me up when I've been a pile of tears sobbing on the bathroom floor, so full of doubt, fear, and self-hate.
His support is a constant in my life-- he has my best interest at heart all of the time. He isn't afraid to tell me things that might upset me, because he knows that my personal growth is more important than any reactions he may initial receive from me. He always speaks the truth.
He's always on my side.
I would not be the woman and mother I am today without the man behind me, the man beside me, my husband, Garrett.