Dearest Faith,
it has dawned on me that you are not the same woman I married almost 4 years ago, or the same girl I fell in love with when I was 11. Things have changed since then.
We have changed.
We’re the parents of a precocious 2 year old girl whom we both love dearly. We have our own home, do our own laundry, pay our own bills, establish our own routines. You always beam the most wondrous smile whenever I come home - whether from work or a ball game. Over the last few years you’ve patiently loved me while I dealt with my hyper-thyroidism; you supported me while I tried my hand at starting and growing my own business and guided me gently as I took up the responsibilities of being a new father.
You’re not the girl I fell in love with - you’ve far exceeded every romantic notion I’ve ever conjured of what married life with you would be like. You’ve blossomed into such a beautiful soul I often find myself overwhelmed by the privilege of being your husband and sharing your life.
Thank you for loving me.
You fell in love with your wife when you were 11 years old? Whoa.. I didn’t even know how to make friends then.
Maybe that’s why I’m not married. Heh.
It wasn’t love at first sight, but she struck me because I always saw her reading. Girls with books are hot. :)
Man… guys like you give the rest of us a bad name bro…. ;)
while every couple is different, you sure spoil market :) having said that, the fact that you share your beautiful marriage with us is a beacon of light and hope for the rest of us (me).
That is so sweet. Where are all the other guys like you?
Nice! That is the same way I feel after 4 years of marrige. Very good way of saying it. Congrats and many more years to come. I am aiming for 100 years of marrige! (Which I will surely not live long enough to satisfy).
finally the time to catch up on your blog and man…this is just so sweet, melt heart!!! i have to get my husband to read your blog more often and try to learn a thing or two!! hehe :)