Written for my Daniel on our final plane ride home through the night sky, on the fourth day of our marriage
I have hopes for our marriage; for our beautiful life together as it blends into one.
I hope for slow mornings and long kisses. For years that make us feel younger as we watch our children grow older. I hope to always be the first one you run to with a heavy heart; the only hand you reach for when you need steadying. I hope our dreams stay big, our love bigger; always bigger.
I see the many more cups of coffee, shared over laughter, then silence, as we work for our dreams in unison—the reminder of our biggest dream already come true sat encircling our left fourth fingers.
I see the house and the babes, the garden and the chickens in the yard, the birthdays and the anniversaries, the career achievements and the big vacations. But what I see in between those moments is what excites me most of all. The continuation of the life we already share. The friendship and the passion, the tenderness and the understanding, the stupid jokes and the teasing that always end in shoving and hugging, laughter splitting our sides.
May our shared moments continue to collect in the stacks of our minds, the lightness of their memory overshadowing any darkness that threatens to creep in. If only we could remember every moment, perfectly preserve every precious minute shared. Heaven knows there could never be enough with you.
I long for mornings we awake warm in our bed, a chill in the air nipping at our noses as we curl our toes into the sheets and press our bodies together for just one more minute. I long for days spent creating and sharing for ourselves, for our family. I long for nights spent around the table, gathered around good food shared among family and good friends.
Most of all, I hope we never grow weary or complacent in our love. Just as I vowed that day, I promise to never take for granted the love we’ve found, or the goodness of the man I married.
I hope for our marriage to be our highest priority and biggest adventure, always.
I hope for you to feel my love warming you, always.
With all my love,
Your wife, always.