Dear future hubs,
These open letters have been written so many times over that they are indeed overrated. Why then, am I writing one? I suppose it makes a difference that these are my thoughts. Perhaps, if God willing, someday a decade into marriage we could well celebrate it with letters, words and stories which aged along with us.
Wittiness alongside with laughter, oh yes that is what I imagine our days would be. You, make me smile like a fool, dance and twirl together until our souls are intertwined. Days of reading together before sleeping; discussing the latest design of our fancy; debating theology; hoping, dreaming and aching while waiting for the great redemption day; fighting yet making up before the day ends; all these and so much more, you would be really beautiful to me through the incredibly tough, bad and empty.
You would be singing and harmonising. You will find me on my instruments laughing with the endless melody. Together, lets cringe at bad/distasteful art. Together, lets travel and widen our horizons with endless memories of us.
When you fall, I will be there to pick you up. I will be the better part of you, you will be my iron which sharpens me. We will swear ‘til death do us part, and until then, lets promise to refine each other until our King returns.
Until we both know such joy and amazement, lets take one step at a time. Slowly. Steadily.
After all, what matters most is that we have each other. And of course, God.