On Becoming Rooted and Established {A letter to my Husband on Valentine’s}

Night before last, with your head on my chest, you told me you love the sound of my breathing.

After three snow days worth of sleeping in, I felt fully prepared to write, especially when the post went live at 10:30 instead of midnight. But you, always the dedicated worker, always waking up before the sun, convinced me to come to bed. And when your sleepy head found my chest, I knew I was done for. There are no words for the way your breath mingled with mine, how your chest rose and fell, the feel of your skin. I could only whisper thank you, I love you, thank you. 

Love is always about creating space for the heart and soul to breathe.

One of my favorite lines of poetry says “beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and you hold me so well.” Like the earth holds a seed, warm in the soil, and we have only begun to peek through.

The song we danced to at our wedding was about a garden, how it starts little by little.

We started the same way, remember? First as friends, without the faintest idea that we would someday wind up here. We stood by each other through the hard times, the quakes of life that seemed to very nearly do us in. And love grew. When we began to catch glimpses of who we would become, we prayed hard.

We promised before God and our family and friends that this journey would last until death do us part.

Through rich and poor, sick and healthy, every up and down. When my heart becomes overwhelmed, I always look to you.

Perfect love casts out all fear, and we are being made perfect day by day. Little by little. Less of us and more of Him.

We chose that passage from 1 John for the homily of the wedding ceremony. And oh, how my knees knocked as I could barely whisper the vows through the lump in my throat. I told myself I wouldn’t cry, but even before I walked down the aisle, I was a mess.

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You took me anyway, in spite of my fear. And oh, how fear can grip me at times. But never for a single second have you looked at me as less. Instead, you’ve taken my hand and reminded me over and over again to breathe. 

You always remind me that this life is the greatest of adventures. And there is no one I would rather put down roots with.

I love you, forever and ever. What a blessing it is to tend and expand the kingdom-garden with you.

Five Minute Friday is for lovers, ya’ll. This week, Lisa-Jo shared about how to get more passion in your life, and, well, who doesn’t need a little more passion? 

  • YOU planted a lovely story of your love and the spring forth the divine nature of married bliss and growing unity in the Lord…. A perfect kingdom garden!

    • Erin Salmon

      thank you so much. honored by your words here.

  • Lovely words to and about your husband, Your inner poet was shining through for sure! Erin. I, too, was a mess when I walked down the aisle, cried my eyes out. Lol. Isn’t marriage grand? Loved your picture too :)

    • Erin Salmon

      Thank you so much! Yes, I love being married! :) Honored that you stopped by, friend.