Dear Husband,
I loved you before I knew I loved you. That day in that English class that we passed notes while Betty taught. That day at Zea's we sat and you dropped your guarded wall and shared your heart with me. That night at Bellingrath Gardens where I laughed so hard.
Your wit and sarcasm and knowledge has kept me on my toes. Your heart and gentle spirit always supplies a place of rest when the world is anything but. Your unwavering love of the Lord and how you guide our family only makes my love for you stronger.
You are a gift I do not deserve and take for granted regularly.
There are days that are bad. Real bad. Those days are nothing in comparison to the seconds and minutes I get to spend in your arms, hearing you say "I love you", and knowing you do. With a past of fake love and a heart broken time and time again, I can rest in the knowledge that you hold this bruised and broken heart with a tender touch and forgive freely.
Forever yours,
Your undeserving mess of a wife
