My husband, James, sent me a text the other day in response to a calendar question. I plan my schedule months in advance for work. “Is there anything happening I need to know about in February?” I asked him.
“The person I love most in the world is having a birthday,” he replied
I keep thinking about that text. It meant so much to me. Unplanned, off-the cuff words that shot straight back at me when I was not expecting them. We’ve had some rough years where we wanted different things, struggled with communication, had some intractable issues that seemed impossible to overcome. But we did. We worked through the hard seasons. It makes our commitment more special that we have struggled. We take each other for granted far less than we did in the past. We will have been married 25 years this December. I know he meant those words. I am the person he loves most in the world. He is the person I love most in the world. It makes me feel invincible to have this love. I feel that everything will work out, even when it’s hard, when I have him.
*Hill Country, Texas*