Thursday, April 30, 2009
Apologies and confessions
I love my wife. I just can't help it. I think she is stellar: witty, smart, beautiful, loving and a tender hearted mother. I love her with all that I am. I love her so much it hurts. My chest actually aches with overflowing love for her. I think though, that my love must be like dung. Distasteful and foul, malodorous and wretched. I spoil what I touch. I seem to destroy the beautiful and corrupt the innocent with my love. I am a no one and she deserves much more. I am sorry dear for ever hurting you. I am sorry if I spoiled your innocence and covered your radiance. I am sorry if I could never be who you needed me to be. I am simply that, sorry. I hope one day you can forgive me. And I hope one day you can see that I truly loved you; that I have always loved you.
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My hope is that one day you'll realize the only radiance you ever dimmed was your own. And that YOU are the someone that deserves so much more, not only from others but from yourself. I consider knowing you a gift, especially after reading your blog. No, God does not make mistakes... but you are far from His lesser works. You, sir, are one of the masterpieces. Please know this.
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