Monday, July 30, 2012

Our Fairy Tale

In honor of our 1 year anniversary, I am publishing the letter I wrote Newton at Valentine's Day documenting "our love story."  I am still in awe that I can love him more every day that passes.

Newton, the love of my life:
On this day that the world celebrates love I can’t help but celebrate too.  Only I’m celebrating that I have a husband that tells me he loves me every day…that I get to spend the next 80 Valentine’s Days with you…that we don’t need a day to show each other how much we care, we strive to do that every day…that I have a husband who wants to lead our family…that I have a husband who is smart, caring, unselfish, hilarious, financially gifted, and loyal…but most of all a husband that loves the Lord.

In March/April of 2009 you came into my life. I remember going to Quarter Bar with Jon and meeting you there.  Then I drove you both to Knox Street and you told stories about the cruise you’d just gotten back from where your grandfather missed the boat.  That was the first time you made me laugh.  I remember thinking about how sweet you seemed and how I hoped I would get to hang out with you again.  Then there was a stream of hanging out—late nights at Knox, Cotes du Coeur’s, brunches, baseball games, our first date, happy hours, fun times at Franks, dinners and more dates after that.  In June you finally had the nerve to make it “official.”  I was so excited when Amber called to tell me that I was in a relationship!  You posted on facebook and confirmed the conversation we had two days before was, in fact, a request to be boyfriend/girlfriend.  That was the first time my heart wondered what was ahead for us.  Time passed and we got to know each other better.  There were lots of fun times and happy memories with friends, I met your family, you flew to Kansas City, we went to wedding after wedding after wedding…I grew to appreciate you so much.  Your humor, your ability to laugh at yourself, the way you care for your friends, your selflessness, your heart.  Then came March of 2010.  You were confused.  You were unsure.  You needed time.  We broke up.  That was the first time I knew I loved you.  I wasn’t mad, I didn’t blame you.  You treated me exactly how you should in that situation.  You were respectful, caring and honest.  You never said one harsh or mean thing.  I was just sad.  Sad to lose you.  Sad to miss out on a future with you.  Sad because I knew the potential you had.  Sad because I knew while you were walking away and I was praying for your happiness that I truly loved you.

Four weeks (and some chance meetings) later you sent me an email.  “Can we meet for yogurt?  We need to talk.”  My breath caught in my chest.  That was the first time I had hope.  We met and you told me you wanted to get back together.  You said everything I dreamed you would say and more.  You literally repeated the list of things that I had surrendered to God to change about our relationship and how we could work on them.  You swept me off my feet.  I tried to keep my guard up.  I tried to keep you at arm’s length until I knew I wouldn’t get hurt again.  I failed.  I was yours the moment you hugged me in Yogalicious.  That was the first time I knew we were different.  From then you were Newton v 2.0—the new and improved.  You were all in and dedicated to our relationship.  We had our first fight.  We made up.  You told me you loved me “because you couldn’t keep it in anymore.”  You made me so happy.  That was the first time I knew for certain I would marry you.

Summer passed and we grew closer and closer.  I got to see all of that potential I knew was there grow and blossom in our relationship.  Fall came around and you mentioned the possibility of us meeting Jackson and Haley in Switzerland.  It felt like a fairytale.  I was worried about money—my mom told me I was crazy, I had to go.  The possibility turned into reality and all of a sudden you had booked us plane tickets.  That was the first time I thought engagement was a possibility.  Meanwhile you were telling me as often as you could it wouldn’t happen until the next spring and trying to “manage expectations.”  Little did I know you were buying a ring, collecting letters and cards from my family and friends, asking my dad’s permission and planning a fairytale proposal.  The engagement happened perfectly—exactly how it should for us.  You calm, collected and confident; me oblivious and focused on something completely ridiculous (like Swiss doors).  You took my breath away again.  It wasn’t the ring, it wasn’t the scenery, although both were beautiful.  It was the fact that seeing you down on one knee represented getting to spend the rest of my life with you.  That was when I thought I couldn’t love you any more than I did at that moment.
Engagement wasn’t easy for me.  Wedding planning was stressful.  I cried A LOT.  I still cry a lot, but that is neither here nor there.  I did take time each month leading up to our wedding to write you a note about everything I was feeling.  At 7 months before our wedding I was anxious to start our life together and share everything, big to small, with you.  At 6 months before our wedding, I wanted you to understand how thankful I was for you and that you are “truly a unique man—so different from the way men are portrayed today.  You are loving and loyal, caring and kind, honest and truthful and unselfish and wise.”  At 5 months before our wedding we were setting the foundation to our marriage through our premarital class.  This class encouraged conversation and really took our joint faith to the next level.  Something that I still see growing every day in our marriage.  I also got to see glimpses into your heart through your perspective on issues/ideas/life in general.  This time was so special to me.  At 4 months before our wedding I was amazed at how you handled buying a house—how much you cared about our future home, how you handled the transaction on your own, and how you included me in the whole process.  At 3 months before our wedding I was reminded what a huge part choice has in loving someone.  We may have disagreements, pressures are high, we get grumpy, I act crazy J you fart J But every day we choose to love each other and love each other well.  Not everyone has that in life and for that I am truly blessed.  At 3 months before our wedding I was reflecting on all we’d accomplished in the last months—engaged, planning a wedding, getting a dog, buying a house—and that the thing that made all of it so fun was getting to do it all with you.  “I have been everything from elated and happy to anxious and scared-but no matter how I felt at any given time I rest in the fact we love and accept each other completely and are committed for better or worse until death do we part.”  At 1 month before our wedding I realized how much we’ve proven “you and me together, we can do anything baby,” and how lucky I am to have you as a partner in this life and eternity.  Then the big day came.  The happiest day of my life.  We were surrounded by family and friends all there to celebrate us and help us start our life together.  That was when I thought I couldn’t love you any more than I did at that moment.

Now six months have passed and I wake up every day knowing you and loving you more and more.  I am amazed when I look back at every point of our relationship and think…I thought I loved him then, but I didn’t know I would love him THIS much TODAY.  We’ve been through so much and haven’t even tipped the scale yet.  The highest of highs and the lowest of lows are still in our future.  But I can rest easy knowing that you will be by my side for all of it. I never understood how two could become one until I met you.  Now I cannot imagine my life without you in it.  You are my best friend and the love of my life.  I admire, respect and love you with all that I am and will work to spend the rest of my life showing you that. 
So we remember the past, for it got us to this place; and we welcome the future and the adventure we have in store.  I can’t wait to experience it all with you.  I love you always and forever.

Mrs. NU10

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