Delayed hitting publish on this as these were my vows –
D is a dedicated reader….
August 13, 2016
Good Morning My Darlin’ D.
The countdown is hours until I become your wife. I will be there hoping more than anything that when you see me at the end of the aisle, walking towards you, that you will know you were right when you asked me to marry you.
Since the moment you walked in my door, behind your brother, insisting “you were from the Maritimes and Maritimers hugged rather than shake hands,” I knew I wanted to get to know you better.
After courting by text and email for 8 months from 4750km away, just over a year ago I met you again and this time I fell in love with you and the place you call home, now our home.
Do you remember our first same postal code date, the night we sat together in PEI making up stories about the couples sitting around us? Do you remember when we left and I jumped into that first puddle? Two feet in, arms wide open. You looked at me with such wonder in your eyes. So I took your hand, and you hesitantly stepped into the second puddle with me. The third puddle we jumped in together and the fourth, which I might add was the deepest, you pulled me in. That evening is symbolic of everything since. Although we were hesitant in the beginning, we are a team. Sometimes I pull you, other times you pull me, but more and more we jump together. You are a kind, humble, genuine man, my dragon slayer and I can’t imagine how you think I am worthy of you but somehow you do. I can’t begin to tell you how much you have changed me, how much you have moved me, how you have made me a women by how much you have loved me. For that I am eternally grateful. If you can promise me anything, promise me that when you are sad or unsure or you loose your faith in you, that you will see yourself through my eyes.
It has been a broken road that has led me to you. All the more reason to not take for granted that I have been so blessed to find a man that honours our differences and embraces our kismet. You encourage me to be your math girl, your fairy sitting on your shoulder when I can’t be there in person and your funky puddle jumper when we are together. You make me better, you make me shine brighter, you encourage me to sing like no one is listening, to dance like no one is watching and most importantly to love like I have never been hurt.
I promise to stand behind you when you tell me you’ve got it. I promise to stand in front of you, when you don’t. And when you need neither, I promise to stand beside you, to walk beside you, to be your friend, your lover, your wife. You are my ONE that I want to grow old with, share adventures with, laugh with until we cry, cry with until we laugh. To continue to jump into puddles with.
I believe that we can be extraordinary together, rather than ordinary apart. I promise to love you to the stars and back. You are my goodnight moon, my David, whom I wish every night to sleep well and dream soft with. I promise to work every day at being your ONE.
I love you to the stars and back.
Your Samanth (ah)