My Dearest Husband,
Remember when I told you a few years ago, “I’d be happy living in a cardboard box as long as it was with you!” Well, [in] retrospect, I think you said that first, but I did readily agree. Lol.
Who knew back then where we’d be now. I gotta be honest, when we walked into that little extended-stay hotel in Florida, I thought of that cardboard box. It was so tiny, and not what I expected at all, but I knew it would be ok. I just knew it. I knew because God was with us, but I also knew because you were with me.
I think God did an amazing thing when He put us together. Somehow when we became one flesh we started bringing out the best in one another, and then pushing out the worst. And it seems to me that even today we do that. You inspire me to be a better person, and I see God using you in my life.
I really could live in a box if you were there with me. Sometimes the bathroom of our RV feels like a box so maybe that counts.
What I love, though, is that together in this dynamic duo/powerhouse that God made when He united us, we don’t put God in a box. We go where He leads and continue to learn together.
