I remember standing at the altar, watching as she crossed the courtyard toward the church. I remember smiling so much my cheeks hurt; I remember the pride and appreciation I felt knowing I was about to be her husband; and I remember a momentary breeze lifting a stray strand of hair away from her face, like God’s finger gently brushing it aside as she entered the chapel. As with any rare occasion when we don’t enter a room together, our eyes found each other immediately. So much was said to each other during that long walk to the altar. Not in words, but spoken between our two hearts — in a language we had been fluent in from the moment we met…
Seven years ago today, I became the man I was meant to be by marrying the woman I was meant to be with. The moments we have shared since then are more than memories — they are carried within each pulse that beats from my heart; like a constant and steady flow of warmth and wonderment inspired by her presence. We came into each other’s lives as parts of a fractured whole, survivors with scraped knuckles from time spent trying to repair broken marriages with parts from ourselves. Perhaps because of this it was easier to recognize one another when our hearts met for the first time. And perhaps because of our past experiences we were able to appreciate even more the rarity of what we felt.
Or perhaps what we felt was simply knowing we had arrived at a destination that had been set into motion long before we met.
The first year of our relationship was spent long distance, taking turns traveling the two hours between my home on the coast and hers in the valley. Though my divorce had been finalized, hers was still pending as her ex-husband bickered.
Today, as I sat down to write this, I happened upon an email I sent to her one morning. She was checking it frequently for word from her lawyer regarding the finalization of her divorce. I wanted this to be waitng for her instead…
Good morning, My Sweetheart.
I know you are checking your e-mail regularly — for reasons that I wish were different — so I thought I’d take take this opportunity to tell you a few things that I hope will bring a smile to your face and comfort to your heart…
Moving closer to daily life with you — whether in steps or leaps — is closer than I ever imagined I would get to the kind of Love I feel for you. As difficult as it gets at times having to wait for motion to build into momentum, I only have to stop and remind myself that regardless of the things I can’t control when it comes to getting to the place I want to be with you, nothing can take away from the fact that we found each other… and that the Love we share carries us through each day.
Each packed box you send home with me; each time we tuck the kids into bed together; every morning we get the chance to wake up and look into each other’s eyes or spend our first waking moments on the phone together… they are things we will look back on in the years ahead with smiles, with wonderment, and with appreciation for each other and the gift of our Love.
Sweetheart, I waited so very long to find You — the Love of My Life. The weeks or even months ahead are a small price to pay for a lifetime with you.
You are so worth the wait…
After seven years, I still can’t help but smile whenever I see her; I am still in wonderment of what we have together; and I am filled with appreciation for being the man who wakes next to her each morning.
My sincere and heartfelt thanks to all of you for taking the time to share in the meaning of this day with us.