Recently, I was accused of setting “unrealistic expectations” for women who read my books. Apparently, women don’t know the difference between a romance novel and real life and I am evil to not mollycoddle them all as if they had the brains of a four year old.
But really, feh to that.
What I want to talk about right now is my real life love – my husband, Ray. You see, today is my twentieth wedding anniversary. There’s a bit of him in every single hero I write because he’s the kind of man I admire. He’s intelligent and strong, passionate and he is incredibly charismatic. He doesn’t say a lot but that only means when he does speak it means something. He doesn’t just toss stuff out to fill empty spaces. He’s introspective and he cares about important things.
This year he left the job he’d had for a considerable amount of time and stepped into a huge new responsibility. I’ve watched him take on this new job and be hit from multiple sides but he’s never wavered. He’s still the thoughtful, insightful man he was before the job but now he’s got more gray hair, LOL. He works a lot more so we see him less, but he still puts his kids and me first. He rises above the petty and sometimes nasty politics of his position with such grace and intelligence that I’m humbled by it. I’m so incredibly proud of the man he continues to be and I’m so ridiculously fortunate to be married to him.
We met at 18. He had long hair and a muscle car. He wrote poetry. The first time I clapped eyes on him it was like everything inside me stilled. I said to my friend Erin after we’d left his house, “I’m going to marry that guy”
We’ve had our rough patches over the last twenty two years. But we’ve worked to keep together and he’s my mate in ways I can’t do justice to. Here I sit in our house, the mom of our three kids, driving a minivan and writing as a career and he’s been with me, my main support and cheerleader through every moment. I can’t imagine my HEA being any other way.
Love is real. To my wonderfully handsome and talented husband – I love you, always.