I realized there may come a day where we stand side-by-side, my arm around your waist and yours in mine as we look over the destruction of some part of our lives, and for just a moment, reel.
The vows I made to you buzz through my head along with the checklist of things I will never see again. We note the fragility of things like our pillows, and each other. We cry. But my Love, they are bittersweet tears. Because for all we’ve lost and all we will need to do to rebuild our corner kingdom, I still have you.
Dear future Wife, I Love you right now. You may not know it, you may not feel it. You may be someone I see regularly, or maybe we are still strangers. But, my Love, I know you are out there, and I am
waiting looking for you. I can’t wait to laugh and cry, build and be destroyed, and rebuild alongside you.
This post was inspired by a picture I saw in the newspaper of a couple looking at the ruins where their house once stood in Sonoma Valley, California. All I could think was, “at least they have each other.”