11 years ago today I married my husband; my Michael!
We were both young; “naive” one could argue but we were crazy in love and nothing or no one in our case was going to stop us (and yes some tried!).
As a little girl, I was different. I really never dreamed of my “Mr. Right” nor my white wedding dress. I never had that desire and I concluded believing that perhaps marriage was not in God’s plan for a girl like me.
Long story short, little did I know that God had created the perfect guy for me thousands of miles away. Not the guy of my dreams; since that was none (literally) but the perfect man that would love me so hard even in my brokenness.
My husband, my best friend, my dearest Michael, I thank you for loving me.
I thank you for being my friend.
I thank you for helping me learn and understand how to trust and keep trust.
I thank you for never giving up on me.
I thank you adoring me like you promised the day we got married.
I thank you for you for always protecting me.
I thank you for believing in me.
I thank you for being my biggest cheerleader.
I thank you for being the best father to our children.
And most importantly, I thank you for always praying for me, with me and pointing me back to Christ when seasons of life have been “heavy”.
I love you, I love you and I love you my dearest husband.
Till death do us part!
Oh wait, no remarrying for either of us if or when God takes either of us first (hahahaha).
I love you again