Valentine
I wonder when it was that I fell deeper in love with you. Was it when you were going to be away for an evening and you let me leave every single light on so I wouldn't be scared alone? Perhaps it was that morning that you got out of bed and scraped the ice off my windows because I had to go to work early and you didn't. Maybe it was the last bite of cheesecake or the fact that you repeatedly, lovingly, sacrificially refrained from challenging my Scrabble words like fird. It might have been the small mid-prayer knee touches on wintry Sunday mornings or the selfless willingness to keep the lamp for my unkept promise of "just one more page." Maybe it's the empty dishwasher that could have only been you or the open Bibles sprawled across our kitchen table as you daily devour the life-transforming truth. It might be the hugs after granting forgiveness or the Monon walks where we feel no pressure to talk, but simply to walk in stride, a pace slightly faster than you'd like, every step a metaphor for this soul-shaping commitment that is but a glimpse of Christ's redemptive love for His bride. Sacrificial, selfless, sanctifying. Thank you for showing me this love.
[adapted from Laura Wifler]