Bending on knee, asking for my heart, declaring his love for the first time, washing me in the Word. My prince, has 13 years slipped through our eyes together. You have seen the best and worst in me, no masks. Knowing me more intimately and profoundly than any other.
My knowing little of marriage and wife wisdom, you devoured crunchy rice and failed culinary masterpieces. Battling in prayer, you upheld me when I could no longer stand. Huts of distant lands, you took my hand. Holding me when fear stole my breath. Caring for the delicate blossom of me as it emerged on the vine.
Can it be, possible to love with intensity matched only by his. Wrapped in his arms, dreams intertwining with mine. I blush still to this day. His eyes alone can capture mine and hold me in a state of thankfulness mixed with anticipation of what lies ahead.