Confessions, Flashbacks, Letters (All for my Husband)

Hey y'all!
Today is a very special day.
It's my husband's birthday!!
My darling is turning 24 today and is again in that
6 month bracket where he's a year older than me.
So I decided today I'd do a bit of everything I see around,
with it all dedicated to him!
so without further adieu!

Flashback Friday:
Courtesy of Danielle


July 30, 2010

I still remember this moment, vividly.
It was afterwards. The sun was setting.
The photographer that our pastor had found for us for free
was directing us. Telling me to look up at my new husband.
And I was in awe. I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe we'd actually done it.
It was a Friday we got married,
we'd decided to get married that prior Sunday.
We'd been dating for three months.
We'd told our parents,
we'd met a pastor and he'd told us that he honestly felt we'd make it.
He'd offered to have the ceremony at his farm out near my parent's house,
and arranged a photographer for us. All free of charge,
because God knew we had no money (haha).
My mother made my wedding cake,
a dream she's had since I was born.
And we invited all our closest family.
The ceremony probably had 15 people there.
And you know what? It was perfect.
Absolutely, blissfully, perfect.
Because I had this man finally and forever.
That's the moment you're seeing.
that moment that I realized 'wow we actually did it,
and he's actually mine.'

Confessional Friday
Courtesy of Leslie

1. I confess that in the above story, our romance seems incredibly whirlwind. And for the most part, it was. Okay about half part. You see, I've always loved my husband. We went to high school together. He was one of my closest friends. He was the one I always ran squealing for whenever he entered the room to give a huge hug (no joke). He was the one who never made me cry (a lot of my 'friends' tended to) but rather always listened to me when I did. I loved him then, and always wondered if we could make it as a couple. But we never had that chance, because he had a long distance relationship for the entirety of our four years.

2. I confess that I'm glad we never tried it in high school. In high school I was a commitment-fobe and any time a boy got serious about me I booked it faster than he could try and hold me. My husband has been looking for 'the one' since about third grade. You can see the obvious issue.

3. I confess that one of the most best memories I have from college is coming back that first break and seeing him. He was the only person I'd kept in touch with since we graduated. He had his own apartment, and I went to visit him. He cooked tombstone pizza (one of his staples) and we sat and ate it in his hallway as I sat in his lap and talked about boys. (I tended to do that a lot with him). We played smashbrothers, which at that time I only did because he liked it, and watched Jurassic Park (one of his all time favorite movies). It was blissfully uncomplicated, one of the only things in my college experience that was.

4. I confess that I truly believe in soul mates, and that I believe my husband is mine. A boy I loved because he was always there, and a man I love for the same reason. It scares me sometimes when I realize the full depth of love I have for him, how much I'm lucky he's in my life, and how helpless I'd be without him. He has made my life what it is today with his constant support and unflinching faith. He sees the best in me, and helps me to see it too.

5. I confess that I miss him every moment he's away. Even during his 8 hours of work. I would rather spend 24/7 with him, and have. For about a six month period at the beginning of our marriage, we were both unemployed. We spent every single minute together, and I loved it. (No money sucked, but eh). Everyone was surprised we seemed so happy never being apart. It's still true today.


Friday's Letters
Courtesy of Ashley

Dear Husband,

This is the third birthday we've been together. Remember your first? I was so nervous because I was meeting your parents and your grandma for the first time. They all intimidated me. I was so anxious, and I made every single thing in my baking/cooking repertoire (which was a lot less back then, though you didn't now that) to try and make them like me. How I followed your dad around trying to make him talk to me? How your mom and I hit it off right away? I remember it all. In that little green house of your grandma's. I loved that house. I miss it sometimes.

Remember last year? I made you that cake based off of one flippant response that you weren't even really serious about.

Yes, that's transformers vs zombies. Two of my hubby's favorite things

It was the first surprise I'd ever been able to do for you. It was so hard to keep it from you, to not say anything. God you have no idea. But it was so worth it to see your face, how excited you were, how much of that child like wonder there was that made me ache to know how beautiful our children will be. I promise this year's will be even more cool. I've got practice in secret keeping from last year, you ain't gonna know what it is until Sunday!

I just want you to know that you are my strength. My focus and my center. You keep me on track and growing all the time. You're there each and every time I cry, even if I don't always want you there. It secretly means the world that you still stay close. Even if for an instant I dislike you, I always love you for it afterwards. Thanks for always chasing me. Always wanting me. Always touching me. You've kept your promise since that first date. Prince of Persia, remember? I made you promise you'd never stop touching me (being affectionate people, don't get all gutter in this sweet moment). And you haven't. That's monumental to me.

I'm sorry that sometimes I'm still waiting for the bottom to drop out on me. It's a hard habit to break, and I swear I'm working on it. I almost never get that feeling anymore. Thank you for always being there to pick up the pieces I shatter myself into on a regular basis. And thank you for always going places with me, especially if it's a social event. I know you're uncomfortable sometimes, but my family loves you, probably more than me, just like my dog. I only half mean the fact that I don't like that my dog loves you more. I don't mind it. She's always been an excellent judge of character.

I promise to you that I'll always try. I'll always try and make sure you know I love you, that I want you, that I never want anyone else in my entire life. Marriage is forever, we both know that, and so far, I've never looked back. And I don't intend to. My life is pure bliss now, and so constant that I'm actually starting to relax in a way I've never known how to be in a relationship. I promise not to get too complacent with you, and to always try and dshow my appreciation for everything you do for me. We've grown a lot since that first night we met together after so long. And we've grown together. Which is the best treasure of all.

I love you, more than I ever thought possible.