We've been married for 3 weeks now, can you believe it?? Every day is a wonderful, wonderful blessing. Waking up and seeing your sweet face beside me as you sleep... Takes my breath away. I can't even begin to describe how safe and absolutely incredible it feels to fall asleep with your arms wrapped around me every night. I feel loved and protected. You make me feel cherished and respected and loved. I know that you would never do anything to intentionally hurt me, and I would never intentionally hurt you, either. I know we'll run into misunderstandings down the road; I am not afraid of them. We can do it!
I had never anticipated how much fun being married to you would be. Sometimes I can't help acting on impulses and end up getting caught in the aftermath... Like when your arms are around me and you're looking at me trustingly, softly, lovingly, and I suddenly want to reach out and tickle you. So I do. This erupts into a tickle fight or pillow fight or both as we try pushing the other person away as we simultaneously try penetrating the other's defenses and tickling each other. I love the mischievous grin that instantly comes on your face, your laughing, and your inhibition as you dive into the battle whole-heart-ed-ly (and maybe just a little bit childishly).
It's not even just the fun times, either. I love doing everything with you, even dishes. When we're doing them together, even that is more than bearable.
Coming home from work really late the other night and finding you still awake and waiting up for me made me feel treasured. Albeit still very groggy...
Although I'm in no hurry to have children right this very instant (still planning on waiting a couple years if Heavenly Father doesn't have anything to say about it), it's not difficult at all for me to imagine our kids crowding around you as you get home, each loving you and wanting attention as they try to impress you with their latest accomplishments or feel justified by you as they bring their latest complaint. I can just see you years from now dancing in the front room with one of our daughters as she tries to get a step down for ballroom, or sitting down with that studious expression on your face (that I find so very attractive) as you help one of our sons with his math. I can see you sitting on one of their beds, lovingly lecturing one of them as you justly follow through with the punishment you had warned them of beforehand.
I hope we are always this happy; I love you immeasurably.
Forever and Always Yours,
Your Princess
(or should that technically be your Queen now?)
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