me and my love, 1995
I remember when we met. I remember getting to know him and how he tried so hard to impress me. I just wanted him to be himself, the wonderful person I already knew he was.
Being with him has always been like being with a very close friend. Sometimes we talk non-stop, sharing all our dreams and the things we are excited about. Sometimes we are silent and thoughtful and I say "Whatcha thinkin' about?" And I love how he tells me, though sometimes it's hard to put thoughts into words.
I have always felt like I can tell him anything and he'll still love me. These past seventeen years he has loved me even when I have failed to be the wife I should be.
He has loved me when I messed up and didn't balance the checkbook accurately. He has loved me when I didn't get all the laundry put away or forgot to iron his shirt. He has loved me when I'm grumpy, when I'm sad and when I've failed to show him honor and respect through my attitude and my words.
He has loved me deeply through these things and so much more.
I have laughed with him like I have with no one else in the world.
I have cried with him like I have with no one else in the world.
I have prayed with him like I have with no one else in the world.
And it's these words that have just now struck a chord deep within me and that bring the tears to my eyes.
Just to think of how much I love this man.
Seventeen years! I can hardly believe it. And without God, where would we be?
He rescued us. He saved us. Right when my stubborn, selfish heart would have thrown it all away.
I would have, I know I would have. I was not as committed to my promises as God wanted me to be.
And now all I can do is thank him...thank him for this beautiful marriage that by God's grace will continue to be a testament to his love, forgiveness and mercy.
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