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Dear Husband



Dear Husband,

You are the one, I choose to marry, spend all of my life with and undoubtedly love for eternity. As the years pass us by, we fail miserably to slow the minutes down just enough to enjoy each and every one of them. Each year becoming more and more rapidly passing, to our dismay. More hours in a day, more minutes, just one more second, for us to hang on to. We share, we laugh, we cry, we struggle, we love, so deeply and so dearly. Those two little angels, that swooped in and stole all of our time, what perfect blessings they both are, what beauties they two, are. Each day we love them more and more. Such a perfect mixture of you and I. Full of curiosity and full of attitude. They will keep us young, always. Dear Husband, you swooped in and you saved me, all those years ago. And you have given me the most precious gift of all. The gift of life and all its opportunities, the gift of never-ending, unconditional, love. I am awake and alive; I enjoy and I cry. Dear Husband, life is so bitter sweet. Thank you, Dear Husband, for sharing this life with me. Sitting in the front porch rocking chair, sipping lemonade, watching our children's, children play on the lawn.
Loving and living for all the days, of our lives.

Love Your Wife
  

 

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