Weary Memory, Part 5

September 14, Year 3

My Dearest Husband,

Tomorrow is our three year anniversary. These have been the best three years of my life. You have taught me what it means to love. You have taught me what it means to be loved. In you, I find my true self. Yesterday you said to me, "I wish I had words to show how I feel about you." It made me smile. You have a precious heart. I know what it is trying to say, and words are just not enough. There are times when I don't need you to speak because your eyes have already said it. I see everything I need to know in your loving eyes. The eyes that enrapture me and encapture me in their gaze. No words could fully demonstrate that look. There is the deepest love I have witnessed. In your eyes.

Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are? How I love to see them twinkle when you are happy. I love to see you come in from a long day of work and wipe the sweat from them. I love to see the tears you try to hide from me when I tell you one of my sad stories. The reassurance that rests in them when I am sick. Just one look from you can drastically change my day. Those deep brown orbs that light up when they meet mine. I live for your gaze.

The hour is late, and I still have to say my prayers. So, for now, my love, I bid you goodnight. When we wake in the morning, our first three years will have finally come to a close.

As always,
Your loving wife.