As much as I don't advocate teen pregnancy or getting married in high school (simply for the reason that things can be more difficult & I'd for sure have been far more equipped to be a parent later in life), I am so grateful God gave me this man. It is only by God's grace that I am here and I have him.
We were just kids when we met - the day after my Sophomore & his Senior year of high school. We worked together (at Subway). He refused to date me at first - he wanted to be my only boyfriend. What kind of madness is that?! ONE boyfriend?! But I like a good challenge. Over time I won him over.
It hasn't always been easy; growing together rather than apart has taken deliberate, mindful attention at times but loving him is instinct. It comes naturally and effortlessly and consumes me. It's an extension of who I am, of what makes me ME.
An open letter to my husband,
You are more than the man I fell in love with and married. You are the man I want my daughters to marry and the man I want my sons to become. You are the one I come to. You are the man that makes me laugh every day and allows me to cry anytime. You are the man I built my life with and want to spend all that's left of it with. You are the man that is far more than I deserve. You, and these children we've made together, are the very best of me.