Sometimes You Read Something And...

It just breaks you down.

My husband recieved his monthly Ironworker magazine from the International Association of Ironworkers and in the back were a few poems written by Ironworkers and their wives. While my husband was reading one to me, I started crying. I felt the pain within the lines, I've lived her grief, ironically she and I also have the same name. At first my husband didn't realize it was a poem about a child lost from a miscarriage, but when I showed him the lines he just read, he realized and then he told me he was sorry for reading it, as tears streamed down my face. There was a pause, a moment of silence and I said "Don't be sorry, it was so beautiful, I get it, it's how I feel."

So I want to share this poem with you all.

Ironman and His Angel
By Kelly Good.

I know a man
Who walks the beams
With an angel
One he's never seen.
I'm proud to know
My Ironman
He does his job
Day after day
Boom up, boom down
The bolts, the bits
The iron, the grits
With his angel
By his side

He does stuff
Making the weak
Into the strong
When it's hot or very cold
He climbs up high
Not being so bold
My ironman who works all day
With baby angel
By his side
She's the one
Who keeps him strong
Making sure,
He comes home safe.


And, here I go again, off into a pool of tears. While the poem itself isn't the greatest, it's raw and it is real, and it is EVERY bit of how I feel. I am so proud of my husband. I am so blessed to have such a strong, beautiful, caring, gentle man. Every time I doubt myself, in whatever way, I realize I must be some kind of wonderful for someone like him to have chose me to spend the rest of his life with.
He adores me, every inch of me, even the flawed parts, the dark parts, the ugly parts....he's all I will ever need in this life, anything more would just be a bonus.