Dear Husband,
On our honeymoon
Today is our 7th wedding anniversary. Since you have work and class today, and we’ll barely see each other, we celebrated yesterday with a family dinner and a trip to the symphony. We hadn’t been alone together since Simon was born, and even though we talked about our kids in the car on the way there, I remembered how much I just enjoy being with you. No 1000 questions from the back seat. No twisting our bodies in impossible directions to try to retrieve the pacifier. No Mary Had A Little Lamb in the cd player. (Although those things are fun in their own way). It was just us. Together. And I loved it.
After seven years you think you know a person. But after seven years I think I’m just realizing how much there is to know. Because knowing someone isn’t like reading every word of a book or counting every coin in the piggy bank. You’ve changed in these seven years just as I have, and each day I am knowing you over and over again.
I love you, Nathan. I love you as a husband and a father. I love you as a son and uncle and brother in law. I love you as a computer nerd and programmer and a linguistics student. I love you as a studier of Greek and a Sunday School teacher…and yes…even a video game player. I love YOU. I see God in you, like we heard in the sermon yesterday. I see that sliver of the infinite that God placed there to reflect Him.
I’ve loved our seven years together. Here’s to seventy times seven more!