I continue to learn more and more about my wife everyday. Her laughter and love are contagious and her smile warms my heart to it's core. She's beautiful. Beautiful in all her ways, which to some and even herself wouldn't seem to be a big deal, but to me it's everything. It's in those little things that I find joy. It's those silly stupid moments that are embedded deep into my memory that I think in my later years, I will cherish the most. I'm finding that my love for her is growing more and more as our imperfections are displayed before each other. Yet, our love is just the same or furthermore in some ambiguous way seems to grow as these things are revealed to each of us. Maybe this is what is meant by those who are long in their years of marriage and say, "My love for her today, doesn't even compare with the love that I had for her when we first got married and at that time I thought there was no possible way that I could love her any more." I think maybe this could be a glimpse of what they see. Could this be a way the Lord reveals the depths of his love for us as the years pass? I would say certainly so. She is a gift and I am an unworthy but blessed man to have her in my life. I praise God for the depths of his love for me and for time after time bringing me from the darkness and blunder of failed good intentions and reminding me who I am in Him. I pray that by His grace that He would sanctify me and teach me how it is I'm supposed to love my wife, lead my wife, and hold my wife with which he has blessed me without any contingency on anything I've ever done. I can only imagine what lies ahead, but through and in the good and the bad, I'm thankful that He is personal and intimate with me, his mere creature, and continues to use Lindsey and I's self-caused blemishes to teach us how great and good He truly is and forever will be.
