Eight years ago today I found myself in the passenger seat of a silver Mazda 626 staring at this woman who was a friend and nothing more. The problem is, how do you cross the line from friend to something more? We were talking, there was awkward silence, and I said, “I have to tell you something.” And she hesitantly responded, “Okay?”
“I think…um…that I am in love with you.”
Being the amazing woman that she is, Desiree didn’t leave me hanging. She responded with, “Well if it makes you feel better, I do love you.”
Then I quickly removed the “I think” from my previous statement and said, “I love you too.”
We didn’t even realize until later that it was Valentines Day.
On that day, eight years ago is when I finally realized that this is the way it should be. You should be best friends. I am so grateful for the wife that she is, the mother that she has become and the ministry that she does. God has given me a beautiful wife that loves me although I’m flawed, although I say stupid things, although I have the hardest time picking up after myself.
She loves me.
So sweetie, in the sappy words of Train, marry me…today and every day.
I love you.