Dear husband,

May our love grow in millions of ways, but may it never grow old. This life we’re living is fast, fierce, and full of beautiful memories in the making. It wasn’t until this past weekend that I realized that one day, probably before we know it, we will have grown a whole legacy of love together.

See, I was at a first birthday party this weekend, and it was everything you would imagine it would be—family mingling, children playing, sounds of laughter, an abundance food.

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In the midst of the happy chaos, I happened to glance over and notice the great-grandparents of the birthday girl. They were holding hands on the couch watching the slideshow of their great-grandbaby’s first year with tears in their eyes. The room was spinning around them, lively with people packed in tight, but it seemed to them, in that little moment, no one else was there. They were lost in their own world of abundant love, enjoying front-row seats of the life they’d built together. They seemed to be reflecting and reminiscing on all they’d built together. From their love came children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

It hit me that everyone in the room would not have gathered for this occasion had it not been for them and the life they worked to build together. It was beautiful and eye-opening and everything I pray we become in the next 50 years.

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So when I look toward my future with you, I simply pray: Let us grow old together, let us have many kids and grandkids and great-grandkids to love. Let our house be full of family members and friends and happy occasions when we can step back and admire what we’ve built. Let our legacy grow and grow and grow. Let our love age but also let it stay young forever. May we remember that at the heart of it all . . . is us. Lastly, I pray that in a crowded room full of people we love, we have moments when all we see is each other and the love we’ve grown. 

Your wife 

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