When love first bloomed almost 9 years ago, I loved you for reasons anyone could see:

You are handsome.

You are kind.

You are funny.

You are talented.

You are loyal.

You have a heart for God.

But when we committed ourselves to each other on our wedding day, we were saying that we would love each other no matter what. Through sickness and health. For richer or poorer. For better or worse. We promised to keep loving each other through everything until death parts us.

I never expected marriage to be hard. But then it was.

So here is a promise to you, my husband: I’ll love you anyways.

On the Christmas when we’re so broke that we exchange “gifts” on Farmville, I’ll love you anyways.

When we have to use WIC food assistance, I’ll love you anyways.

When we have to live in a pool house, I’ll love you anyways.

When your start up business fails, I’ll love you anyways.

When I have to see you through 8 surgeries, I’ll love you anyways.

When you spiral into depression, I’ll love you anyways.

When your anxiety makes you too scared to leave the house, I’ll love you anyways.

When the antidepressants make you into a shell of yourself, I’ll love you anyways.

When you get diagnosed with Bipolar, I’ll love you anyways.

I will love you on your good days when it’s easy to love you, and I will love you on your bad days, even though it hurts. I will love you no matter what. Day in and day out. I’ll even love you into eternity, after death parts us. Not because I feel like it; because I choose to.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

I Corinthians 13:7 NKJV

I will always be your biggest cheerleader. I will always believe that you can accomplish anything. I will always be standing by your side.

Because there’s no place I’d rather be.

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