When you pursued me in an honorable way while dating.
I knew you loved me then.
When you promised me your forever “yes.”
I knew you loved me then.
When you gave me time to messily grow into a wife.
I knew you loved me then.
When you gave up your dream job to move states for mine.
I knew you loved me then.
When motherhood transformed me into a different wife than you married.
I knew you loved me then.
When you left room for me to step away from my career to stay home.
I knew you loved me then.
When a sharp reply was warranted, but you kept quiet.
I knew you loved me then.
When you ate my dry chicken time after time with a silent smile.
I knew you loved me then.
When you held our babies through the night to give me rest.
I knew you loved me then.
When your criticism was accurate, but you held your tongue.
I knew you loved me then.
When you worked late, yet spent hours washing dishes as I slept on the couch.
I knew you loved me then.
When you carried my precious mother to her wheelchair.
I knew you loved me then.
When you chose to engage me though marriage got boring.
I knew you loved me then.
When you got the kids ready for church, so I could sleep.
I knew you loved me then.
When you quietly extended grace as I fell short.
I knew you loved me then.
When you wrapped your arms around me as I grieved.
I knew you loved me then.
When you believed in me more than I believed in myself.
I knew you loved me then.
I regretfully fret about too many things in this life.
But your love is not one of them.
Because when I grow old and gray and have little earthly value . . .
I know you’ll love me then.
Originally published on the author’s blog
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