I don’t know who you are, even though I desperately wish I did. I regularly pray that when the time comes for me to know who you are that God will point his big finger out of the sky and say “That one” (unfortunately if I were to hear the voice of God I would die and the whole thing would be moot).
I’m just gonna let you know right from the start, I like chick flicks a lot. Probably more than you do. I like romantic books, and I will probably read more of those than you also. I’m a hopeless romantic. Get used to it. However, even though I freely admit it, if we could not talk about it a lot that would be cool. Thanks.
I’m a late night person. Like 2 a.m. type thing. Don’t wory though, I’ll always come to bed…eventually. I also don’t play the whole ‘we had a fight one of us is sleeping on the couch’ game. We’ll either work it out before we go to bed, or it will be a really tensely awkward 30-45 minutes while we fall asleep.
Just so you know, I will probably regularly give you a really hard time about a lot of things. Sometimes it might genuinely offend you, and it will take me a few days to figure that out. I don’t mean any of it, it’s for a cheap laugh, and I will regularly tell you that I’ll work on not being so bad about it. Regardless of the things I might say, I love you more than you will probably ever know. I don’t wish you were any taller, shorter, funnier, seriouser, fatter, thinner, smarter, less smart…I think you get the picture. I love you for who you are, otherwise I wouldn’t have married you.
I hope you’ll give me the same curotsey. I’m honestly not that smart. I’m a little bigger than I should be probably. Depending on the day I’m more serious or way more goofy than I should be. I also don’t think I’ve grown in three years. What you see is what you get. I think innappropriate humor is really funny. If that offends you we can maybe talk about it, but I think you’ll be fighting a losing battle.
I don’t cry very often. It’s not that I don’t have the emotion. I just…don’t really cry all that much. But trust me, I regularly get that amount of emotion going on. Also, I’m totally cool with you crying as often as you feel necessary.
I want a lot of kids. Seriously. Like 8 or something like that. Don’t worry…I don’t expect that you will want to physically have 8 babies. I’m totally down with the whole adoption thing. I have a fear though. That I won’t be a good enough father. That I won’t devote the time to them that they deserve. That I won’t share Jesus with them in a way that is real enough for them to make a decision for him when the time comes. That I won’t live it out in such a way that they would see Him shine through me. Please bear with me on these things, because I will be doing my best.
I don’t care about your past. Where you’ve been, or who you’ve been with. Not in the sense that it really matters, that is in your past, and it’s just a part of what made you the woman I fell in love with. I don’t have a ‘checkered past’ but even though I was a boy scout…I wasn’t exactly a boy scout.
Two last things…
I’m probably going to fall pretty hard for you. Don’t let that scare you off. I’m just kind of intense. I’m going to regularly remind you how much I love you, not because I feel obligated, but because I’ve pretty much been head over heels for you since the day we met.
Jesus is first. Then you. I hope you will put me after Him too. My relationship with Christ will drive my relationship with you, and if He and I are off, then you and I will surely be off. If you ever see me not putting Him first, call me on it. I’m going to do the same for you.
I think this is all pretty reasonable. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with, and sharing a bathroom with you for the rest of our lives.
All My Love,
David
(Just so you all know, I totally stole the idea for this from my friend Jennifer Thomasson. She wrote a blog called dear husband, and I thought it was real cool. She’s a pretty cool cat, so I felt like she should get the credit for this idea. Thanks Jenni)