He doesn’t notice my wrinkles; he sees my smile.
He doesn’t measure my extra pounds; he sees his bride.
He’s not scared away by my struggles; he sees my bravery.
He’s not turned off by the stains I wear; he sees me mothering.
He doesn’t neglect my dreams; they’re his dreams, too.
He respects me.
He works hard for me and for our babies.
He holds my hand.
He holds me up.
He forgives me.
He’s good with my silly.
There’s no romance novel or film that’ll compare with finding the kind of man who knows what it means to love you as much as he loves himself.
You’ll love him even more.
Because marriage made each of us equal parts of the same person. And we want that person loved, respected and fought for.
Thank you, God, for our love story.
It’s safe. It’s fun. It’s comfortable. It’s hard sometimes, but it’s holy.
And I can’t help but smile.
I want our kiddos to see it.
I know he sees it, too.
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