Every Tuesday, Josh, a newlywed, who writes at Quieted Waters, shares love letters to his wife. They are sweet and encouraging. He's an encouragement to young men to love their wives, and for those who aren't married yet, their future wives.
I thought about participating in the love letter project, but my dear hubby doesn't have a lot of time for reading blogs, and I think he'd rather I whispered those things in his ear. Either that, or forego the love letter entirely and say, "Here's the remote, honey, watch Stark Trek to your heart's content!"
My hubby is not a letter writer, but he did write this post for me quite a while ago. When I read things like this, it humbles me, because surely, this man cannot feel this way about me.
I'm married to the best most perfect fit for me. I'm dopey, lazy, and slow to react, but she's bright, industrious, and unwilling to let things fester. She's wickedly funny, as well as appreciative of my dumb jokes. She is as intense as the summer sun. I cannot conceive of a better mother for my children. She's the best teacher my kids have ever had. She cooks better than I do, but she can't carry heavy furniture very well. After vanquishing her brothers, she is now trying to word me to death. She won't trust me to fix things. She can't keep a plant healthy to save her life. She loves with actions. She receives love with gratitude. When she jumps, she dives deep. When she studies, she shines. When she surfaces, she shares. When she loves, I understand why God said that it was not good for man to be alone.
Thank you God for granting me this wife of my youth.