A letter to my husband;
When I was little, actually up until not too long ago, I used to tell myself stories until I fell asleep. Ask my brother - I know I drove him nuts talking to myself. It was my first "acting" experience, actually, because I remember saying lines over and over again until they had just the right emphasis. I remember doing this even at the age of 6.
My stories were of Robin Hood and princes and daring rescues and white knights. They were of romance and danger and adventure and excitement. Horse chases and battles and rescues and love.
They were of you.
The moment I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.
I didn't know it at the time, because it took me another 20 years to be in the right place at the right time for you to actually find me.
But it was you. Just as all those princes did in all those bedtime stories, you swept me off my feet. Just like Robin Hood, you've gallently saved me - more often than not, from myself.
For some reason you love me despite my many neuroses, and think my sense of humor is funny, instead of mildly disturbing. You look at me, and I can see in your eyes beauty that I never see when I look at myself. You are my best friend, my love, and my hero.
If there was any doubt that you were the only man I could live with forever, it vanished when you held me and cried the night Misha died. If there was any doubt that you were as committed to what I love as I am, it disappeared when you slipped and called Trevor "son". Every wacky thing I've gotten you into, you've done whole hog, because it was what I wanted, and for some reason all you want is to make me happy.
For our wedding, I wanted roses and music and beauty and romance. All you wanted was something that would make me your wife. We both got our wish, although yours... I was your wife from the moment I was born, and will be long after we've both passed from this earth.
As I've told you before, the reason why I didn't want the words "til death do us part" in our wedding ceremony is simple:
Be it a lifetime, a thousand lifetimes, eternity, or a thousand times that, I promise you, I will love you longer than that.
My stories were of Robin Hood and princes and daring rescues and white knights. They were of romance and danger and adventure and excitement. Horse chases and battles and rescues and love.
They were of you.
The moment I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.
I didn't know it at the time, because it took me another 20 years to be in the right place at the right time for you to actually find me.
But it was you. Just as all those princes did in all those bedtime stories, you swept me off my feet. Just like Robin Hood, you've gallently saved me - more often than not, from myself.
For some reason you love me despite my many neuroses, and think my sense of humor is funny, instead of mildly disturbing. You look at me, and I can see in your eyes beauty that I never see when I look at myself. You are my best friend, my love, and my hero.
If there was any doubt that you were the only man I could live with forever, it vanished when you held me and cried the night Misha died. If there was any doubt that you were as committed to what I love as I am, it disappeared when you slipped and called Trevor "son". Every wacky thing I've gotten you into, you've done whole hog, because it was what I wanted, and for some reason all you want is to make me happy.
For our wedding, I wanted roses and music and beauty and romance. All you wanted was something that would make me your wife. We both got our wish, although yours... I was your wife from the moment I was born, and will be long after we've both passed from this earth.
As I've told you before, the reason why I didn't want the words "til death do us part" in our wedding ceremony is simple:
Be it a lifetime, a thousand lifetimes, eternity, or a thousand times that, I promise you, I will love you longer than that.
posted by Amie at
11:04 AM
8 Comments:
Just wanted to update you - I finished my brother's sweater:
http://jenknitter.blogspot.com/2005/02/whoo-hooo.html
Oh, that was so sweet.
You and your guy sound like the perfect match.
Congratulations on finding him!
Amie, my bernie and i feel that we grew to be soul mates.... that over time we became so close that we think as one....
we know that it would not be heaven if one was there without the other......
so I completely understand what you wrote about your husband
vi
happy Valentines to you and yours
That was beautiful. How wonderful for you both.
Happy valentine's day.
Oh, sweet!! I'm getting all teary... (grin)
Amie that was beautiful. You've made me miss my own husband just reading it.
where's my kleenex? that was amazingly beautiful, on a day devoted to love. you are a lucky woman, and he's a lucky man. carry on!
(minnie from KR)
SP,
That was very nice. Thank You. I'm going to have to concur with David... What he said.
GB
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