Excuse me in advance for being long winded, and cheesy.. (consider yourself warned.. this gets a little mushy ;)
Dear Husband…
When I was little…well younger really…in junior high and even high school, I used to be an avid “Dear Diary” writer. In there, I would tell “Diary” my hopes and dreams, my fears about the future, the stresses of my day.. which of course was probably something silly and young like how much calculus homework I had to do and how hard band practice was. Lol. (insert dumb band geek jokes here.. ) For the most part, not a whole lot has changed in the last 10-15 years… except now I “talk” to a computer instead of a teeny, tiny book with a lock that I’d hide away hoping no one would find.
I used to think about you all the time. I remember how I used to dream and write about what you looked like. What you were doing at that very moment. Where you were at, what you were wearing. Did you wonder about me? I’m sure every girl with a romantic heart thinks about those things when they are young. I realized then that I was too young to really find you. After all, I had so much left to accomplish before it was time to settle down...but it certainly didn’t keep me from longing for the day that we’d finally meet. I knew you were out there somewhere….
As my time in College Station came to an end, I remember losing patience with God as another non-potential came and went… as I waited for you to show your face to me. Every day seemed so long as years passed and my patience grew thin until one day, while on the way back home to the valley for a visit..as I was now living in Dallas.. I made a deal with God. I let go. I put my life and heart in his hands. I trusted that the road God had planned for me was paved, and all I had to do was walk through it. Our paths would cross one day… and I needed to stop worrying about it. I did let God know that I was ready to find you. My heart was ready too. Over these years of waiting…I had learned so much about what I wanted, who I needed, and what would make me the happiest. I realized that all these years had prepared me for you. Lessons learned, hearts broken and healed stronger than before.. all to be prepared to love you. Fully. Whole-heartedly. Without regret. Without hesitation.
Then one day...not long after that conversation with God actually...there you were. From the very first moment we met, it was as if you'd always been there. And, in fact, you were. You were living your life, preparing for me... I was living mine, preparing for you. It took MAYBE a week to realize we were in it for the long haul and before long...you asked me to be yours forever. I had never felt so sure about anything or ANYONE in my whole entire life. I never looked back. I never questioned a thing. Everything had fallen into place and in one instance, I knew that not only had our paths crossed... but it had merged into one and we were now walking together on this life's adventure.
In the two years since the day we said "I do".. I've found an overwhelming sense of peace. I no longer have to wonder about you. I no longer have to wait to find you. Every morning I look over at you still sleeping and thank God that you're there. I thank God for the incredible husband that you are to me. I thank God for the love that you show me, each and every single day. I thank God for the patience he's given you to deal with me when I'm moody and unreasonable...and the love that you show me regardless. I'm so incredibly lucky to have you. I'm honored to be your wife.
Happy 2nd Wedding Anniversary Love. I can't wait for a 100 more. :)
Love,
Your Wife <3
