Heath and I married on my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. I'll never forget the light in my Grandma's eyes that day. A light only for my Grandpa. I remember thinking, "I only pray I'll still look like that at my husband 50 years down the road." Only now I understand that I shouldn't have said still. For the love I felt for Heath then, is nothing compared to the love I have for him today.
This love is older, wiser, and yet still as intense and passionate as it was way back then. It's grown to include in-laws, children, friends, churches, and still there is the love for each other.
There are many things I can say in praise of Heath. He works HARD. He is always available to help clean up messes. He is the best (on only in our house) organizer. I never have to pack a single bag or box. There is not a better Daddy to be found for our children. He changes diapers, kisses boo-boos, brushes hair, tries at pony-tails, rough houses with boys, teaches school, plays games, and is everything any child could want for a Dad.
But there is something else. I don't know if I can express it in words. You see, I am extremely independent. We are talking, seriously independent. And yet, I am so loved, so completed by my husband, that I can throw that all out and be dependent upon him. Does that make sense? He's given me something I never thought I wanted. Or even needed for that matter. The ability to submit to him, be dependent upon him, and it be okay. And if we mess up, that's okay. If things don't work out quite right, that's okay. I don't need the reigns. I don't want them. Heath's love is so complete, I have entrusted to him what I've never given to anyone else. My utmost, inner self. That part of me that no one else knew. It's amazing to be able to trust someone else with that.
So I want to say I love you, Heath. Love you for the years, for the fun, for the memories. But most of all for the love. I can't wait to see what else comes our way!