To My Husband
I've always known while you were indecisive
To My Husband,
As the years have passed, you’ve often asked me why I love you. For you, it has been a collection of moments, a slow unfolding of habit and familiarity, a gentle growing used to my presence. For me, it was different. For me, it was a single moment. From the very beginning, I knew it was you—I recognized it immediately, as I have with the most important choices in my life: that you were the one I would love for the rest of my days. I often felt hurt it took you so long too see. But for me, it was this moment that changed my future.
I met him on a rainy day.
Though we had known each other always,
it was lateness
and his car
that made us something new.
He carried a family
too large to hold in my hands.
And yet, a life I had always desired.
The first time I met them, he said,
I’ll only marry you
when you know every name.
That winter he took me to their lake—
A place built plank by plank,
dragged across the frozen surface.
Untouched, full of memories—
theirs, and suddenly mine for a day.
We packed too much; I watched him gather all my favourite foods.
And I disappeared inside my snow suit,
helmet pressed to his shoulder.
Every bump along the trail
sent me clutching tighter.
He thought my wobbling
adorable.
I laughed,
thrilled to be alive,
thrilled to choose this path with him.
On the lake I ran like a child.
We threw snow,
kissed,
and laughed
until our cheeks burned red.
We collapsed, breathless,
into each other’s arms,
the ice sparkling around us.
Inside, firelight and candles
made the cabin glow.
The wood crackled,
wine glasses clinked softly.
He sang while cooking—
off key, off beat,
but every word felt meant for us.
We believed it.
Later, with wine in our hands,
he held out his palm,
pulled me close,
and drunkenly danced—
off rhythm, stumbling—
yet holding me
as though
he would never let me go.
I felt the warmth of his chest,
the faint smell of pine smoke,
the quiet world folding around us.
In that moment,
I knew he was my forever,
my family—
the start of something so big
I could not imagine the future it held.
And I waited.
And I waited.
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A Lady with a Pen
Caroline Robertson's, books are beloved by both adults and children alike for their illustrations and engaging stories. She takes readers on an adventure, giving them the opportunity to explore different cultures, settings, and characters.
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Comments (1)
If my husband had his way we would have gotten married one month after we met. I was the one who wanted to wait. We waited one year. I gave in because while I loved him, I wasn't sure about the "marriage" - forever part and I was also unsure how long he'd wait for me to say yes. I said yes faster than I really planned but I've never been sorry.