One Month Later ....
An excerpt from the weekly handwritten letter that I receive from my brand spanking new husband, on our first month anniversary ..
I live to see your smile every day. Your soft, delicate, beautiful
Kenyan features, mixed with that British accent leaves me dumbstruck sometimes. I am like: This woman is not my wife, there has to be some mistake. I am so very
glad you fell in love with me, baby. I am going to give you my all. I will always be loyal to you, I will always respect you, I will always protect you and I will always Love you. There was always something about you, a strange sort of energy that drew me to you. I am not even going to try to figure it out. I know
one thing though .. I want to see the world with you, I want to feel my child
inside of you, I would love to grow old with you. I want to learn you, I want to
nurture you, I want to worship you as the love of my life, I want to bond with
you, I want us to keep pushing the envelope of our experiences together. I want
to make love to you mentally, emotionally, intellectually as well as physically.
I guess what I am trying to say is that I always want us to challenge one
another to be better than what we are. Complacency in a marriage can be fatal. I
love you for always poking at me. I love you for the fact that you make it your
business to learn my body language so well, and call me on it when words and deeds do not rhyme ....
I still maintain that I am the luckiest woman in the whole wide world.
Oi, Skipper - it might still be 51/49, but what is 51% of 51, eh? You do remember the saying: What is mine is mine, what is yours is ours!?
This past month married to you has been a dream - I wouldn't change it for the world, and I look forward to spending another whole lifetime of months with the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, loving, and getting married to.
All or nothing, mate!!
I LOVE YOU