It’s been three years since Gregory and I said, “I do.” The wedding and honeymoon all seem like a blur now. It all went so very fast. One thing I do remember was how exciting it all was. It didn’t hit me, the magnitude of it all, until I began to walk down the aisle with my dad. Up until then, I was just planning an extravagant event — an event that would forever change my life. For the very good of me.
I really don’t know how I landed a husband such as him. Alot of days I feel like I don’t deserve him. I’m not saying he’s perfect — he’s not. But I am saying he is a special human being. He’s a kid at heart — but a wise one. He is so patient with me — even though I make the same mistakes over and over and over again. He tells me everyday that he loves me — and I can see in his eyes that he really means it. He is an amazing daddy who loves his baby — his little girl knows it, you can see it in her eyes that she knows she’s loved. He has a heart that yearns for more of Jesus — and that is so captivating, especially in a husband.
Greg, I love you. It’s been an amazing 3 years being your wife. I’ve learned so much about life and living life while being married to you. Remember that dream I had back in college, junior year? In it, you were older with salt + pepper speckled hair. That dream is prophetic of many more wonderful years growing old together. I have this pleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach that says, it’s going to be some of the loveliest years ahead. To my husband of 3 years and dearest friend of 8, happy anniversary!