My dearest love,
You think you know, but you have no idea, how much I love you.
Do you know that sometimes when I wake up before you do, I quietly prop up on my elbow and just watch you sleep? I watch your chest heave in and out, listen to the gentle sawing of wood as you breathe, and simply thank God that you're alive; that you're in my life! I've never told you this, but, for a while after we got married, one of my last prayers for the day was that this was not all a dream. I had waited so long - a lifetime, really - for you. And, I am so very glad I did. Someone tweeted a quote by Billy Graham's wife, Ruth, some time ago: "God did not always answer my prayers. If He had, I would have married the wrong man - several times!" Suffice it to say, I could relate. I used to pray then pause then watch then wait - a cycle that continued for years. And then I just stopped. I was like, whatever! Then, one day, out of the blue, He said yes. He said yes, because you were the right man for me. Not Mr. Right. Not Mr. Perfect but Mr. Right-For-Me.
Alas, when it happened, I had not seen it coming! How could I? It was at a time when I was not looking. You kinda just... appeared. My mom had always said that when the time comes, it would be effortless. I fell, effortlessly, in love with you. You made it so easy. Funny how life is. We'd met before, but, "weirdos and creeps are single because they're weird and creepy; normal people like us are victims of bad timing", goes the line from one of my fav movies. I'd never really lingered on the idea that I might have met my "The One" before. Yes, the thought did cross my mind occasionally - but never lingered. After all, as my reflections showed, the male friends who'd stuck along the way were all "just good friends".
By the time I realized I was falling for you, I wanted to ask, "What took you so long?" and, "Where have you been all my life?" But, apparently, both of us had taken the long way; the broken road that led us into each other's arms. (See what I did there with my country selections? :-)) It had been such a long way that, by then, I had pretty much given up the idea that this thing beautiful was gonna happen for me. Speaking of Rascal Flatts' Broken Road:
You are a good man, my love. And, like the movie line, you make me want to be a kinder...better person; to emulate you in some ways. Your kindness brings out the best in me; makes me want to do all I can for you- including cook several times a week! And, look at you, teaching me how to make certain dishes. Smh...:-) I admire and respect you and care about you. Remember when we spent six hours and Fifty-four minutes on that first phone call catching up? We were swapping stories about ex-es and, toward the end, you said stteo: "You don't need to try to impress anybody; you don't have to do anything extraordinary. You are beautiful. Just be you - and let him know that you're interested." I thought, "Hope so, 'cause I can't be anyone else." I didn't tell you then, but, I misted up a little when you said that. I kept thinking, "He thinks I'm beau-ti-ful; he thinks I'm fine just as I am. Just...wow." To be honest, it hadn't dawned on me then that you had...intentions. After all, it was just a first convo; you were a good friend saying kind words. But, we were inseparable after that. You showed me you loved me and I showed you just how interested I was. That big chune by Nickelback so rings true:
When it shows up, (make sure you're holding on)
'Cause it could be the one
The one you're waiting on...
I'd always heard about couples who clicked; who just always seemed to be on the same wavelength; who got each other. You get me. Oh my goodness. You have no idea how much that means to me. Finally, not having to explain the me-niqueness of who I am. And, how precious that you've come to know that I would not hurt you; would not spite you; that, as Proverbs says, your heart can "safely trust in me" so you "shall have no need of spoil"; that I will "do you good and not evil all the days of my life." And, in your patient way, you helped me to learn you, too. True, occasionally, "teeth and tongue must meet" as the Jamaican saying goes. We will, at times, drive each other up the wall. We've had our spats - our first fight scared me, to be honest - but, we know that those moments don't mean we no longer like each other or are no longer in love with each other. There's a country song that says stteo: I love you, I'm just mad at you right now. Yeah, it's kinda like that. But, oh, the making-up. Buju has a line in one of his songs: "But the making up part/Dat is the greatest/Discuss matters over a cup a tea/And kiss and caress." I enjoy making-up.
I enjoy when we make love. As in, enjoy. We honour the divinity in each other when we do. I had long ago promised myself that when God blesses me with a husband, I would make love to him in a way of wild abandon and worship. God should look down from Heaven, elbow Jesus in His side, point with His chin and say, "That's my girl!" You now know that I'm ladylike only in ...every other way. #thatisall. Oh, by the way, when you kiss me, nothing else in the world matters - at all.
Honey, I wrote the kids. I've written to them telling them that we will both be welcoming them into our love. I know you're looking forward to taking this next step into fatherhood. I can tell by your grins; by the way you intercept me on my way to the kitchen, lift my blouse up a little and rest your ear against my tummy. I can tell by the way you pull over sometimes when we're driving out, put the flashers on, then simply lean over and rest your ear against my tummy. I don't know what they're telling you - how do you decipher the cacophony? - but, you always come back to me with that look of admiration mixed with anticipation. In true Nemo's mom's voice, "We're gonna be parents!" Let's not panic, okay? We'll do our best. Like I told the children, with the help of God, our extended families and the village, we should be okay.
I love that you love the Lord and that you pray for me. That gets its own paragraph.
I am proud of you, my love. You work hard and you achieve your goals. Yet, in wisdom - and sometimes, plain common sense - you know when to fold 'em and walk away. The children will find in you a very good role model. I am happy to support you in your endeavours. (Well, except for the whole wanting-to-try-mountain-skiing thing. Yeeeeeaah. No. But, I converted you to Monk. So, sure, I'll think about it.)
My dear hubbidiboo (tell me you aren't knitting your brows at that! LOL!) Anyway, my love, I was just gonna say I understand that life happens. That sometimes, as Mary Schmich's essay (popularly known as Wear Sunscreen) says, there is the kind of thing that "blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday." I pray that the adversities that may come our way will help make us stronger; love each other thicker and live life fuller. I pray that, amidst the best, the worst and everything in between, we will have each other and each other's touch; that we will grow old together. And, that, if we don't depart this weary sod together, the one left here will be blessed with long, fond and comforting memories of the beautiful times we shared.
My dearest love, you think you know, but you have no idea, how much I love you.