We started out with coffee – you, leaning in, smiling, asking why I loved Rumi. I almost couldn’t take the sincerity in your eyes as you awaited my response. Shyly, I sipped my coffee and mumbled something about my growing sense of spirituality.
Your eyes gleamed with recognition. Not with the recognition of spiritual alignment, but with the recognition of a person who’d found a long lost friend. I liked you then, but my heart had atrophied from stress and grief. It wasn’t ready to absorb your honesty and purity.
Fast forward to Dallas 2011. We spoke on the phone nightly as I modeled in a strange city with strange men. None of that mattered as much as the realization that you were my rock. I missed you more than I’d ever missed anyone. I returned home with the blushing, glassy-eyed symptoms of falling in love – with you.
As a couple, we moved quickly, but with passion and purpose. By Thanksgiving 2012, we were engaged and on Valentine’s Day 2013, married. The past year as your wife has been the best of my life.
Being married to you makes me uncomfortable at times, because it is so genuinely good between us. I sometimes wonder when tragedy will strike, but then I tell myself to stop anticipating catastrophes and to simply enjoy the beauty that is “us.”
I strive to live in the moments – which are full of your grace, your love, your selflessness and your perfection – because as imperfect as we both are, I’ve learned that without a doubt, you’re the ideal one for me. The perfect partner for my life. You share your space with me, give me space, and fill all the space in my heart with your devoted, faithful and encompassing love.
Happy First Anniversary to you — my love, my best friend, and the future father of our children (which is the sexiest role imaginable). I love you, always and forever!