Dear Future Wife,
You’re doing amazing things. And I’m sure they’ll only get amazinger.
That’s pretty nifty. I’m bringing nifty back. Get on board. Are you on board? Cool.
So here’s the thing:
I’ll have your back.
I want to support you while you accomplish all the stuff you’re planning. I want to be there when you accomplish all the stuff you’ve yet to dream up.
I’ll be a sounding board, cheerleader, coach, Devil’s advocate, tech support, coffee maker, supplier of random useful information, supplier of random “useless” information, comic relief, and arm candy.
I’ll bring words of encouragement, pats on the back, sweet kisses, delicious snack treats, and fun rewards for a hard days work. Mrrrooowwrrr.
I want to hear the whispered dreams and shouted goals and joyous downward-facing dog epiphanies.
I want to see those smiles. The ones where you put it all together. The ones where you realize you are accomplishing the things that make your heart dance. You know, the smiles that are too big for your face to contain and that spread through your body.
Love, I won’t make your triumphs be about me. I am confident enough in my own ability to shine that I don’t need to try to steal your reflected glow.
But I hope you don’t mind me proudly basking in it.