even as he laid in the hospital beds, unable to open his eyes, raise a finger or even open his mouth, he knew me. We would watch the quickening heart monitor, and later his gaze as it followed me down the hallways, and eventually his voice speaking “I love you.” he always showed us that he had not forgotten me.

and now as my husband, he is the same. Speaking little, it is always gentle and often delightfully mocking. He loves me well and he loves despite my selfishness and his own sin.

and even as many things seem to continue to be removed from us, we have gained Christ further through our marriage. I am so grateful we had that courage under the chandelier that August.

Happy valentines day to my dear husband. My love to you always,

Larissa