We are writing love letters to each other this month. He’s good with words, y’all. I cried a bucket when he read this to me, hot breath on my cheek:
I have spoken about this many times and yet it resonates deeply in my soul.
What I love about you is that you are genuine and authentic. Seriously. It may not be romantic, but you don’t have a high pitched, fake voice that you use when you run into a friend that you haven’t seen in a long time.
You don’t act one way in front of someone and then say malicious things about them when they are gone.
You are not perfect and you are not afraid to admit it.
You serve. You work. You love. You live. Authentic. Real. True.
What I love about you is that you live your faith. The good and the bad. I have personally watched you take great risks in your faith over the past seventeen years.
I’ve seen you in the bath tub reading your Bible.
I’ve watched you go out of your way to minister to other women when I knew you didn’t have the time or energy.
I experienced the very thick, real, genuine love and forgiveness of Christ when I confessed my secret sin.
I’ve wept with you as you prayed over marriages of close friends that were crumbling.
I’ve watched you pick up a little girl, bring her to our home everyday after school and love on her because her now single mother has to work late to make ends meet.
What I love about you is that you serve selflessly. Myself, our children, friends, Mercy House, Compassion, and our church.
But what I love the most about you is that you are mine.
Love, Mr. Welch
I am my beloved’s and his desire is for me. (Song of Solomon 7:10 ESV)