To my girls,
Your daddy and I are part of a love story.
It is not one that will ever have movies made after it or books written about it, but it is a love story just the same.
It started in a shopping mall, one that has since been torn down. I called him, he said yes. I wore a pink shirt and a gray skirt on our first date, he wore a plaid shirt, jeans and white socks with sandals. We ate at the Village Inn on the corner of 9th east and 4th south. I had strawberry pancakes and our server’s name was Mutt. We watched a horrible Jim Carrey movie (on VHS) and I refused to be covered in a blanket despite the fact that I was freezing.
By the end of the movie he held my hand and my heart sang.
When he took me home he walked me to the door. I hated being walked to the door, that is until he walked me to the door.
I closed the door behind me and knew something big had just happened, I just didn’t know what.
I couldn’t have designed a better husband. He slides into all the broken pieces of me and fits perfectly. I know a part of me is missing when he’s not around. Where I am weak he is strong, and where his few weaknesses are? He lets me shine.
He is honestly the best thing in my life.
He gave me you two.
We’ve survived unspeakable things together.
After 10 years I’d like to say we’re safe and that we’ve made it.
But I never want to get comfortable, to take him for granted.
We did that once, it didn’t turn out so well.
It’s empowering to know that we threw our whole selves into something as uncertain and difficult as marriage at such a young age and that we’ve come out the other side ten years later more bonded by love than two passionate kids discovering each other for the first time. At a point where many people would have given up we did not, specifically your dad did not give up on me.
If I could wish one thing for you girls it would be that you would have a partner in life who brings out spectacular parts of yourself you never knew were there. One that will never, ever give up on you and one who will love you so much you can feel it through their fingertips every time they touch you.
That kind of love is the kind that heals. The kind that leads to great and amazing things. The kind that can get you through anything. The kind that makes dreams come true.
Your daddy is an amazing man, he was wonderful when I married him as a 22 year old boy. But now, now he is better than I ever could have imagined. We are both better than I could have ever imagined. We have grown together. We have become stronger because of each other, like rivers that join and become indistinguishable as separate bodies.
You girls are tangible extensions of our love story, and if babies grow best on love? There’s no limit to how big and wonderful you’ll become.