The Love of My Life

So many people use this phrase not knowing that another one might come along. I have used it when I shouldn't have and also in times where it was true. "The love of my life" just means that you have never in your life, up to that moment, loved a significant other more than you love that person. 
In high school, so many kids  young adults throw the word "love" around. Young women fall in live with everyone, so do many young men. I was victim to this stereotype. I thought I was in love with a boy that was very much in love with me. We were going to get married and be together forever. I didn't love him, I broke his heart. After that, I really fell in love. With all that I was, I loved so hard that I let me emotions get in the way and made some poor choices. I lost some friends and then I became pregnant. At first it was the worst thing that could happen but we were in love and we were going to raise a little family together. By the end of my pregnancy we were pretty happy and wanting to do this full force. We both had jobs and I was finishing school. Our weekends were spent at his house and the days during the week were spent at mine. Everything was going so perfectly that we decided to move together when our daughter was nine months old. That's when it changed. He was gone, I was tired, we were always mad at each other. The love faded and then I left. I moved far away from what I thought was my happily ever after. I took a year and a half to try to forget one to grow and work on myself. He would come visit every few months and his last visit left me with another baby on the way. I moved back home with my mom and tried to make it work. I thought I wanted it so badly. Shortly after being around him again, I realized I was wrong. I no longer wanted my life with him. 
Being a pregnant single mother was hard but after I had my second daughter, there was a guy. I know a lot of people think it was super quick but oh well. He loved my girls and was good to me. I fell for him quickly. It was sudden but welcomed. Within a few months that phrase came up again, he was the love of my life. Ten months into our relationship we were married.

 Now, seven years later, I can still say that about him. Each day that I wake up, I love him more than the day before. He has given me everything I could've  possibly dreamt of. We had two more children to complete our family. My girls are his girls and no one could tell him otherwise. I got lucky. I have never been happier than I am with him. He has been the part of me that I had no idea was missing. Yes, I was very much in love before, but it doesn't come close to the love I have now. I hope that when my girls are older, they get as lucky as I did. I hope they find that kind of love that makes all the past relationships pale in comparison. 
I am so glad I found my love. I am thankful he took a chance on an unsure bet. I am ecstatic that I am the love of his life.