When I wait for you to come home and you finally get to me, sometimes I crumble. You walk in, and even if nothing is in place, you give order. You are strong. You bear my weight better than I do.
I love it when you read and get excited and carry on about what hits your heart. When you explain, it’s easy to follow, but I love to get lost in it how you do. I want to hear your heart for days. My favorite thing is for you to bare it.
You have not been my one and only, but I have been yours, and I accept your love now like one washed clean in a constant bath. It’s not easy to be loved sometimes, but you are the best teacher. You are my best friend. I love the baths you’ve made for me.
There is no one like you. Contrary to what I said earlier (you know how I shift) you are my one and only. You are my true one. I would choose you more passionately today than I did that day I said “yes.” I would choose you, but I don’t have to because you’ve chosen me. I feel like you choose me over and over, so all I have to do is go about accepting it.
I don’t care about roles. We don’t study them and try to fit them. I just know you love me, and I trust it. You make me want to give you something great, but I’ll never do it in accordance with what you’ve given me.
Husband, you are proof of God. You are proof of redemption. There is one who slings dirt as far as East is from the West. And you are the proof.