*This is the final installment in open letters to those I love. To read the previous to, click here (for baby) and here (for youth group).*

To my best friend,

I don’t believe that you’re the one for me. I never have. But from the moment I met you, I knew that there was something different about you. Something special. Something that I’d been told to look for in a spouse. You were hilarious and quirky and a little OCD and a lot of help in my video editing classes. But those things don’t really matter (though they make my life very, very fun). The thing I noticed first about you was how much you knew the Bible. The next thing I noticed was how you lived all the things you knew.

I can’t count the people who said it was weird that we started dating (on Valentine’s Day, no less). We didn’t fit together. We weren’t ‘meant to be’. Yet here we are, eight years, one dog and a baby-on-the-way later, still going strong. Still two ridiculous people laughing through life.

Still, I don’t believe you’re the one for me.

The reason we work — the reason our marriage is fun and exciting and no, not perfect, but mostly amazing— is because we realize there’s a one we’re each supposed to be. I’m supposed to be a Godly wife. You’re supposed to be a Godly husband. I’m supposed to be submissive. You’re supposed to love me like Christ. If I’ll be the one I’m supposed to be, and you’ll be the one you’re supposed to be, we’ll keep doing this like this. We’ll keep enjoying our life together, a long as God gives us time.

I’m thankful that you’ve dedicated your life to being the one for me. For being the one you’re supposed to be for me. I know I’m not a perfect wife by any stretch, but I’m glad I’m doing life with you. I’m glad you’re the one whose shoulder I get to cry on. I’m glad you’re the one to rebuke me when my attitude is wrong. I’m thankful for your gentle nature and your loving spirit. I’m thankful for your zeal for God’s truth and your passion for living it. I’m glad that I get to be one with you, just like God prescribed.

So while you might not be the one for me, I am glad you are my one. The one who gets to father our child. The one who gets to lead me toward heaven. The one who preaches the hard sermons I need to hear. The one who pushes me to be better. And I am so, so glad that you love being that one. That you try hard to be that one.

You are an amazing husband, and you’ve always been an amazing best friend. I am so excited to see you with our little one. A little one that I hope is like their daddy. Strong, smart, kind, Godly. And if they’re funny like their daddy, that’ll just be a plus! =)