My Beloved,
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Who is the sunrise in this life, who is my fair one, my right hand
and confidant, I don’t feel I can thank you enough for giving so much to me.
You have weathered all that we’ve gone through in all these years.
Nine of them so far, and I pray for many, many more.
Thank you, my love, for our girls. I have not been with you for all
that’s gone before, with loss and gain, trials and joys, and I regret it deeply. I missed too much of our time together, being far away, or even with you and failing to be a part of you. It weighs heavily on me, though we’ve come back together in the end.
But this all adds to my love for you, that you’ve been strong where
I have failed, and when I’ve been away, you have been present to
care for our girls.
How you understand me, when I can’t find the things to say, the right
words for the horrible things you’ve faced, or the wonderful things, I can’t fathom. But I love you all the more for loving me and taking my best attempts as sufficient.
I thank you for all you do, for answering the phone with that sparkle in your voice, though all four girls are sick, you’re exhausted and ready to collapse. I thank you for casually discussing news and plans when the looming chaos of moving, travel, money and everything else seems constantly on the verge of breaking us.
For chasing down the most recent mess in the kitchen, or dirty babies, or my leftover disaster in the garage, when I’m not there, I thank the Lord for you.
I thank you for stopping for just a quick moment to say you love me
in an email, or dropping a quick card in the mail.
I thank you for taking me into your heart, for sharing your intricate and sturdy mind, for giving me your touch, your kisses, territory in your life that I hardly deserve. I love you.
May He bless you every day for the rest of your life, and I pray that I will be with you to witness every joy He sends you, and to hold you when you hurt.
R.