We lay tangled under a heap of quilts, enjoying the deep contentment of comfortable love.
I can hear his even-breathing, feel the weight of his protective arm. But I’m not sleeping. I keep thinking about the comment he left on a blog, a comment about me. And I think of the love letter that is hidden in the Mr & Mrs Journal I’m giving him. It’s for his eyes only.
It’s hard not to adore this man who lives counter-cultural to make our dreams come true. Even when the dreams are God-sized and terrifying.
He knows me well enough to figure out the one Christmas gift I’m giving him. He senses when the stress builds and is the first to suggest I step away. He eases my mom guilt, helping in every area. He is the lover of my soul. A friend like no other. This man.
Seventeen Christmas seasons ago I wore white. I walked the aisle towards twinkling Christmas lights in our December wedding, towards my future.
He surprised me with a song on my wedding day. He crooned “Meant to Be” and tears dripped off my chin.
We were so young. We have grown together and I don’t know where he ends and I begin anymore.
Nothing about our marriage is perfect. We have good days and not-so-good days. Yesterday we argued over a computer cord. Today we made up. Ooo la la.
But the 17 years of ups and downs have given us this: today. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I smile-wide in the moonlight. He must sense the contentment. Joy.
He pulls me close, hot breath on my neck. I snuggle in deeper and relax against him. I can’t wait for him to read my anniversary love letter. We have a lot to celebrate.
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