Our Dear Lord has been blessing me with a gift. It is subtle and soft, but lately I’ve been starting to feel like I’m in love with my husband again. Have I loved him all along? Yes, but lately, ever so gently, I have been feeling in love.
Maybe it’s because he was courageous towards his father in talking about secrecy. Maybe it’s because he voluntarily made dinner, one of many thoughtful things he does all the time. Maybe it’s because he asks about my feelings every day. Maybe it’s because he is so attentive to our son. Maybe it’s because we seem to have the same things on our minds like we used to in the beginning. Maybe it’s because his courage, strength, and determination, which made me fall in love with him in the beginning, have been blossoming in him even brighter and stronger than ever. Whatever the reason, I think about him all day, many times without thinking of the affair, just how much I love him and miss him. I want to make love again. I want to hold him, kiss him, and comfort him in his griefs, which are many. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, not because it is what I promised in my covenant before God, but because I can’t imagine a man who could be better for me or make me happier.
I love you.
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