I have thought about you. I have pictured what our life would look like. I have pictured our children. I have pictured our relationship. All without knowing your name or your face.
I know, I know… that comes off a little creepy, but I promise, it’s not. I have thought about the standard that I will hold us to and I have thought about the love we will share. And let me say, all of the things I have pictured are probably ridiculously off. They are a culmination of Nicholas Sparks movies, childhood fairytales, and classic love songs played on the radio. They are a compilation of tender moments witnessed in coffee shops, of sweet looks in church, of pride and joy in the birth of a child. I have thought about what kind of love we will have and how strong we will be through life’s circumstances.
I have to tell you something, my dear Hubby. You married a gem. And I don’t mean a shiny, perfectly cut, pristine, sparkly stone. I mean the gritty piece of rock. The unpolished, jagged, tough piece of earth. And I thank you for that. Thank you for taking me at my natural state. Thank you for accepting me with my edges and my quirks, because if you were crazy enough to marry me, you sure as heck know that I’m a different kind of special. However, once you break through the rough exterior and brush off the little flecks of dirt, you’ll see the sparkle and the shine. I bet, knowing that I probably picked someone rather awesome, that you will even enhance the shine. And for that I thank you.
I want you to know that I love you. Despite my love for you, I know that I will have moments where I can’t stand you. I will have moments that I am offended by you. I will have moments where I’m so angry at you that I could (and possibly will) scream. But know that when I say I’m sorry, I am putting down my shield of pride and taking a step toward you. Know that when I say I love you, I mean it with every ounce of my soul. When I say I love you, it might not come out in those three little words. My love for you will be something I study, learn from and grow from. I pray that it will teach me and challenge me. And I pray that your love for me does the same; that it teaches you, and grows you. I hope we continuously put effort into our love and deny it the opportunity to grow stagnant. I hope that you are ALWAYS my lover, my friend and my warrior.
I hope we depend on each other. Rely on each other. Build each other. Romance each other.
I promise to be the wife that holds you accountable without forcing you into avenues that fit my personal agenda. Sure, I will try and get you to come to that conclusion on your own but I promise not to be forceful. As your wife, we will approach things together. I will make the effort to let you know that you are loved and you are cared for. We will be servants to each other. Not in a Jabba the Hut and Princess Leia kind of way. We will serve each other in a sense that I will listen to your love languages and respond to you in ways that make you feel important. That make you feel loved. Because I love you. And I always will.
So to my husband, who I may or may not have met yet in my life, I want to say that I’m sending love into the stars so that they can watch down and keep you safe from harm. I’m looking forward to the day where our hello’s are uttered and the lightbulb illuminates. I can’t wait to tell you I love you and that you’re the one I have been waiting for this whole time.