It finally happened. Up until recently, the words I-love-you coming from my husband felt like the first time, over and over again. Even after four years, it has always been an odd sensation to be so taken aback by those words.
So it finally happened, the words have become a lot less like the first time, but more like the second. You know, where you couldn't imagine your life without this person, and the words feel more comforting then scary, where the words are three simple words that you long for to know that you are theirs and that forever and always you know that some one out there has chosen you among many to cherish.
I think I like it this way. It may never feel like the first time again, but I love how comforting it makes me feel now.