Letter To My Husband

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of my Prince Charming. In fact, I was so sure of his existence, that I kept a little figurine from a McDonald’s Happy Meal that was in fact, Prince Charming. He had various names throughout the years, but always held the same qualities. Strong, handsome, romantic, dashing, would share my same tastes in music and philosophy and literature, would like coffee and would eat like a twelve year old most days of the week, with the occasional night out at a new fancy restaurant, and beyond a doubt, a die hard sports fan, preferably a Florida Gators fan just to annoy my dad. And he’d be a huge Cubs fan that would imagine the perfect honeymoon would be a home stand at Wrigley Field.

{ 2003 }

I never moved much beyond that, never thinking about how subsiding on mac and cheese and chicken nuggets wouldn’t exactly pay the bills (although I guess it would save on grocery bills.) Not really thinking about how, while yes, it would be cool to honeymoon on our stint in the Peace Corps, that’s not exactly a long term career goal and doesn’t come with much of a 401K. It never really occurred to me that perhaps my dream of spending a year following the Dave Matthews Band around wouldn’t work so well with a toddler and a pregnant wife in tow.

{ 2004 }

In short, I never really thought that perhaps my perfect partner, my Prince Charming, shouldn’t look exactly like me. Believe it or not, it’s not fun to be agreed with all the time. And how can you grow if you’re never pushed beyond what you’re comfortable with, urged to try new things, to step outside of your box, stretch your limits, eat mushrooms and unidentifiable dark meat from the street vendors in Bangkok.

{ 2005 }

I’m thankful that dreams change. That as we become older (and hopefully wiser) that our dreams and our realities become more in sync, more attainable, less ethereal and more sustainable. That our dreams don’t become what we think we want, but rather, they become exactly what we need.

{ 2006 }

I hate (and you know this about me) idioms and isms and cheery little words that are supposed to comfort you but instead make me kind of want to punch the speaker in the throat. But, those little cheery sayings have stuck around for a while because guess what, sometimes, they’re true. And sometimes, you really find what you’re looking for when you stop looking for it.

{ 2007 }

Enter you, not my Prince Charming, not my Fabio or Dream Man or any other figment of imagination like that, but rather, my husband, my best friend, my “so perfect for me because I didn’t even know I was looking for you.”

{ 2008 }

Where I’m impulsive and flighty, you’re steadfast and dependable. Where I’m spendy and caught up in the moment, you’re saving and planning and reminding me that we have years and years together, not just this minute. When I’m dark and sad and don’t believe that I’m worth it, you remind that I am, because you’ve never loved anything worthless and you believe in me.

{ 2009 }

You trust me. With your heart, our money, and our girls. You believe I’m the best investment you’ve ever made. And as much as it is an overused Hallmark cliche, you make me want to be a better person.

{ 2010 }

I’m so thankful I stopped looking. I’m so thankful that you found me. I’m so thankful that five years ago, you made all my dreams come true, dreams that I was scared to have, and that now, we have our dreams, our life together. And as much as I love looking back on our five years together, I look forward even more to tomorrow, to five years and one day, to five years from now, to fifty years together.

{ 2011 }

“I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?”

“I found him whom my soul loveth: I held him, and would not let him go.”

Song of Songs 3:1-4

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2 Responses to Letter To My Husband

  1. Kay Martin says:

    This one made me cry! Happy anniversary to you both!

  2. Linda says:

    Happy Anniversay, y’all!!!

    (Boy, time flies!)

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