To My Beautiful Wife...

I've contemplated time and time again, exactly what I would say the first time I met you - assuming I haven't already. To imagine that God gave you to me and I to you way before we were formed in the womb is a thought too vast and caring for me to comprehend. Its a love, I'll never understand. Sitting here, under the radiant sun, thoughts of you cascade through my mind. I don't know where to begin or end, but I know you're out there, waiting to be found, cared for - loved. 

I wonder. 

I wonder about your eyes, their color, shape, and how they open up to reveal your soul's intention. The tambour of your giggle - begot from my smooth caress of your most ticklish spots. The way your hair blows in the wind, touched by only the softest of butters and creams. 

I wonder.

I want to know how you smell after a day's stress has settled into your spirit - or do you make the heat of a hard day disappear with a glass of the sweetest wine. How does your cooking taste - even on days when we have no inspiration or appetite to stomach a home cooked meal. What types of flowers invoke the most genuine smile from you and do you like them delivered to your office at random times. 

I wonder. 

Where your most sensitive spots are - can I touch yours as you touch mine? How you write the letter "J" on love notes, those pick-me-up letters that remind me of that first day we met. What style of shoe makes you moist. hehe. I'm sure you'll like a variety of kinds.

I wonder. 

Marveling at your lips, I want to know how soft they are, what gentle words glide off their sleek surface, what color lipstick you wear when you're mad at my foolish ways. How do they speak your spirit's passion, your soul's care, and your heart's love? 

I wonder. 

I wonder how we'll look when we grow old together, what names we'll debate over for our kids, who we'll pick as the Godparents, and how much we're willing to spend on our trips away from our "rug rats?"

I wonder. 

Will we be buried side by side? Will you outlive me? Will our love survive the change of time? 

I wonder. 

And then, I look over my life and see how God has always looked out for my best interest and I know - you'll be everything he needs you to be for me and more. You'll be my rib. 

My beautiful wife.