In 2004, this guy unexpectedly stole my heart.
I had just gotten out of a fairly damaging relationship. I wasn’t looking for Evan. In fact, I was fully expecting him to be my “rebound” and that he would see how broken I was and move on to someone better.
But somehow he loved me for me. Broken pieces and all. And that made me realize what love really is.
Love is feeling safe. Even when you’re a walking disaster. When you’re at the top of your game. When you’re not your best. Or in those very rare moments when you are at your best. I know that he loves me like Paul tells husband to love their wives.
Love is complete. It may be a cheesy line in Jerry MacGuire (“You…complete me.”), but that’s exactly how it is. He makes it all brighter, lovelier, amazing.
Love is waking up each day and thanking God for how richly blessed you are. I can’t imagine being with a person who means more to me. In fact, I can’t remember me without him. I know I’m blessed by a good man who loves God and loves me.
I joke with him all the time that “Mrs.” is so much better than “PhD.” He’s everything I want my life to be. I can’t believe it’s been nearly eight years that we’ve been together. It’s gone by so fast, but I can’t remember not being with him. That’s how it works.
As we prepare for Baby Shows to join us, I know there is no better man to be his father. I pray that Baby Shows grows to be a godly man like his daddy. He has so much to learn from such a wonderful man. How did this girl get so blessed?
Evan Shows, thank you for picking me. I love you forever.