Don’t forget what it was like to date that handsome boy. Remember your instant connection, how much you two had in common. Many nights you two would stay up talking and learning about each other. Remember how he’d pick you up in his red Hyundia and you’d listen to his oldies. You thought his loud, off-key singing was cute back then. Don’t forget how it felt when he would grab your hand everywhere you two would go so people knew you were his. Don’t forget the butterflies he gave you just by just giving you a smile from across the room. Remember the mid-night dances on the drive way, the bike rides across town, the times you acted like children because you didn't have a care in the world when you were together.
Don’t forget when that 18 year old boy left you for boot camp. He was becoming a man. You were finishing high school. Don’t forget what the heart break felt like when you two were apart. Remember the letters you sent back and forth daily; the only communication you had for months. Then when he left you again to fight a war that seemed all too close to your heart now. Remember worrying about him every day for months, waiting to be in his arms again, praying you get that opportunity again. Don’t forget what it felt like when that boy came home. He wasn't a boy now, he was a man. Remember running and jumping into his arms and not letting go. You were safe again and so was he.
Don’t forget when that 18 year old boy left you for boot camp. He was becoming a man. You were finishing high school. Don’t forget what the heart break felt like when you two were apart. Remember the letters you sent back and forth daily; the only communication you had for months. Then when he left you again to fight a war that seemed all too close to your heart now. Remember worrying about him every day for months, waiting to be in his arms again, praying you get that opportunity again. Don’t forget what it felt like when that boy came home. He wasn't a boy now, he was a man. Remember running and jumping into his arms and not letting go. You were safe again and so was he.
Don’t forget what it was like to be that 19 year old bride. Dressed in white, walking down the aisle arm in arm with your dad. There were hundreds of people with their eyes on you but you only noticed one. Don’t forget that man standing there in his Marine Corps dress blues. He was the most handsome man you had ever seen. He’s the same boy who made you laugh. The one who gave you butterflies on a daily basis. He’s your best friend. Don’t forget that man standing there, fighting back tears as you walk toward him about to become his wife. Don’t forget that promise you made him that day. To love him when you don’t want to. To open up to him when all you want to do it shut him out. To pray for him daily. Those promises seemed easier back then.
Don’t forget the first months together when the world seemed to revolve around you and your new husband. Life was an adventure; it was spontaneous and exciting. Don’t forget your first apartment. It was small, your furniture was used and didn’t match, but it didn’t matter, you made it into a beautiful home anyways. Don’t forget those days when you had no money but it didn’t bother you because you two were good at making your own fun. Don’t forget the weekend road trip to the beach or the mountains. Don’t forget the late night Netflix binges and the many mornings lying in bed all day because you could.
Don’t forget the pure joy you gave your husband when you told him he was going to be a daddy. How he ran around the house shouting in excitement. Don’t forget how he plunged himself into the task of preparing for his baby boy; painting the nursery, putting together baby equipment, going to classes in preparation. Don’t forget the smile you saw on his face when he became a daddy to your new precious baby. You had never seen him so gentle. He was a natural.
Don’t forget these perfect moments that make up your life. There are hard times, there are sad times. There are times you find the off-key singing in the car annoying, times you think acting like a child is ridiculous, times you don’t see your husband gentle side. But remember them. Recreate those times.
Don’t forget the first months together when the world seemed to revolve around you and your new husband. Life was an adventure; it was spontaneous and exciting. Don’t forget your first apartment. It was small, your furniture was used and didn’t match, but it didn’t matter, you made it into a beautiful home anyways. Don’t forget those days when you had no money but it didn’t bother you because you two were good at making your own fun. Don’t forget the weekend road trip to the beach or the mountains. Don’t forget the late night Netflix binges and the many mornings lying in bed all day because you could.
Don’t forget the pure joy you gave your husband when you told him he was going to be a daddy. How he ran around the house shouting in excitement. Don’t forget how he plunged himself into the task of preparing for his baby boy; painting the nursery, putting together baby equipment, going to classes in preparation. Don’t forget the smile you saw on his face when he became a daddy to your new precious baby. You had never seen him so gentle. He was a natural.
Don’t forget these perfect moments that make up your life. There are hard times, there are sad times. There are times you find the off-key singing in the car annoying, times you think acting like a child is ridiculous, times you don’t see your husband gentle side. But remember them. Recreate those times.