For over 8 years now I’ve been writing to my future husband. I would tell him how much I love him and how I’m waiting for him, and I think in in my 3rd entry I even planned out my entire wedding.
It has been fun to see how my entries have changed over the years. As my feelings and thoughts for my husband have changed and developed. It is fun to look back and read them and watch how I slowly start realizing what marriage is really more about or rather what it isn’t about. Often times I’ll find myself writing to him while doing everyday things like making my bed or cleaning the house. I’ll write to him and some how make the most boring chores sound like a romantic act of love. (I’ll have to remember my wording when someday I am married and trying to convince my husband to wash the dishes
) In all serious though, my “Dear Husband” journal has been the main motivator in my life to keep my heart and mind pure. Everything I’ve done with my past boyfriend is in there. Even my dreams of saving my first kiss for the day I get married. I’ve poured out my love, my hopes, and my devotion on the pages of this journal for someday my prince charming to read.
The funny part about it is that I get butterflies in my stomach thinking about giving my journal to him. No one has ever read it cover to cover. No guy has ever read the words it holds, only special ladies and even they only get to read 1 or 2.
I can’t wait to give this to my husband as a wedding present the day before our wedding. My only hope is that my husband will see the amount of commitment I’ll have for our marriage and the amount of love and loyalty I have toward him.
So wherever you are dear husband of mine, know that I love you and care for you deeply. I am waiting for you. Remember me in all you do, as I am remembering you.
Love,
Andee








