Four.

Dear John,

Four years. Today we’ve been married for four years. It both seems like we got married yesterday and it also feels like I’ve never known life without you – all at the same time. There are times when I really, truly can’t believe that you are my husband and that I’m lucky enough to be your wife.

God knew exactly what He was doing when He brought us together. I feel like in our four short years of marriage we’ve been through so much and it’s only made us stronger. I don’t feel like I do a good enough job thanking you and appreciating you for everything that you do for me and everything that you do for our family.

You are, by far, the hardest working person I know. Your drive to succeed, your dedication, your work ethic, and your passion for what you do is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. In anyone. Your love for the Lord, your discipline to get up in the mornings and go to the gym (when it’s STILL DARK OUT), spend time in the Word, make breakfast, get Lilly up… the list goes on.

The way you always take the time to play with Lilly when you get home from work so I can have a break. Your nightly bath and bedtime routine with her. The way you lead her in reading the Bible every night and praying with her. You’re an amazing father and baby Stillman 2.0 is going to be just as blessed by you.

And then, I can’t thank you enough for your willingness to go get me a Diet Coke or a milkshake when I need one. The way you rub my feet if I ask. The way you’ll stay up with me and just listen to me decompress after a long day. The way you will watch Blacklist and Scandal with me. The way you selflessly serve me. I don’t deserve you and I don’t ever want to take advantage of you.

These past few months have been… especially crazy in our lives… to say the least. But I know that the Lord is only going to bring us through it and build us up and make us stronger.

Tomorrow, we welcome another tiny little person to our family… and I know that it can be so easy for us to get wrapped up in everything else and the kids and all the things… but I don’t ever, ever, ever want to forget the foundation of our family. Our relationship with Christ and our relationship with each other.

I want our kids to grow up knowing how deeply, madly, passionately, and disgustingly in love their parents are. I look forward to grossing them out regularly.

I love you, JES. More than I think you’ll every really know.

Happy Anniversary, babe.

Love,
Molly