I love you. And I don’t mean that as an understatement. You took me, a crummy, molded mess and made a masterpiece. You’re my closest friend, my greatest inspiration, my goal, and my dream. You make me smile when life’s situations pressure me to cry. Your love is deep. It reaches the most inward parts of my being, parts that I have yet to understand. The waves of your compassion wash up on my shore and clear the sorrow from my sand. Breathe on me. Cast your nets out and reel me in to your ship of assurance. Hold me tenderly, draining out all anguish and despair. Penetrate my soul with your seed of charity and your abundant fruit. No one else understands what we have. They don’t know that I asked you to marry me at the age of 15.He that searches for his wife must know You in order to get to me. But until then I will enjoy this life’s adventures as a physically single, spiritually married woman.