DEAR FUTURE WIFE.

Today I had the privilege of watching my closest friend tie the knot with the love of his life, and it brought back so many memories. Especially when he wrote a special letter to his future wife years back.
I'm grateful to God I get to hear him read it out loud to her, in the presence of friends, family and well wishers.

Minimalism gives me the opportunity to appreciate how easy it is to love the right person and to be loved by the right person. True love doesn't only make life feel easier it actually makes it easier.

This is what the letter entailed;

Dear future wife,
I won't just love you,
I'll show it… in ways that echos louder than “I love you” ever could.
Like warming your silence when the world forgets your name,
Or building bridges with my bare hands when your spirit feels far away.

I’ll be your calm in the chaos,
Your umbrella when the sky forgets how to smile.
I'll water your dreams; daily,
and when you say, “I want to fly…”
I won't ask “why?”
I’ll whisper, “how far?” …and start building you wings.

I'll be the beam of your laughter,
The shade when life burns too hot.
I'll listen, not just hear,
I'll stay, not just stand.

I won’t just promise,
I'll prove, with sacrifice, commitment, communication, affection…
not as duties, but as the devotion you deserve.

Because loving you won’t be an obligation,
It’ll be my favourite calling.
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DEAR FUTURE WIFE,

I won't just love you.
I’ll live that love.

Not merely in the grand gestures that the world applauds, but in the quiet moments when no one is watching—
In the early mornings when your soul is still curled in sleep, I’ll be there watching over you, grateful.
In the long afternoons when life weighs heavy, I’ll be your rest, your refuge, your reminder that peace can live in a person.
And in the cold nights when the world forgets your name, I’ll be your warmth—covering you not just with blankets, but with presence, patience, and prayer.

I’ll show love in ways that speak louder than “I love you” ever could.
Not because those three words are small, but because their weight deserves action.

I'll love you by noticing—
Noticing when your smile is slightly dimmer, when your voice trembles behind strength,
when you say “I’m okay” but your eyes tell a different story.
And in those moments, I won't pressure you to speak… I’ll simply be there—present, attentive, and open.
Love, after all, is fluent in silence.

I’ll love you in the little things:
In the way I save the last piece of cake because I know it’s your favorite.
In the way I learn your moods like I study scripture—
honoring your joy, respecting your sadness, dancing with your laughter, and sitting still with your storms.

I'll build bridges with my bare hands when your spirit feels distant—
not out of fear, but out of reverence.
Because loving you means recognizing when you need space, and when you need my nearness.
It means being brave enough to come find you when you’re hiding behind walls of exhaustion or past pain.

I’ll be your calm in the chaos.
When the world outside roars too loud, I’ll be your quiet place—
a haven where your soul can breathe, cry, or simply exist without needing to explain.
I'll become your lighthouse in emotional fog,
your steady anchor when life tries to drift you away.

I’ll be your umbrella when the sky forgets how to smile.
Not just shielding you from the rain, but walking through storms with you, side by side.
I won’t rush you to feel better; I’ll just stay until the sun returns,
and even then, I’ll be the warmth that follows the rain.

I’ll water your dreams, daily.
Not only the big dreams that make your heart race,
but the hidden ones you barely whisper—
the dreams you shelved long ago, thinking they were too late or too little.
I’ll believe in every piece of you.
Even when you're unsure of your own worth, I’ll remind you of it.
Over and over again. Gently. Boldly. Always.

When you say, “I want to fly,”
I won't ask “why?” or “how?”
I’ll whisper, “how far?”
And then I’ll start building you wings—
from encouragement, from consistency, from belief that doesn’t shake.
I’ll invest in your growth, your passions, your peace.
Because your dreams are not a threat to me—they’re an extension of who you are.
And what you love, I will protect and uplift.

I’ll be the beam of your laughter.
Not just making you laugh, but learning your humor—
knowing what makes your eyes sparkle and your heart lighten.
I’ll find joy in your joy, and I’ll laugh loudest when you’re the happiest person in the room.

I’ll be the shade when life burns too hot.
When expectations scorch you, when failures press too hard,
when you just need a place to lay your burdens down—I’ll be that place.
I won’t offer solutions before comfort.
I won’t tell you to be strong—I’ll remind you it’s okay to be soft.
I’ll guard your heart, not control it.

I’ll listen—not just hear.
I’ll listen with my whole soul.
I’ll pause what I’m doing. Put down the phone. Turn off the world.
I’ll let you speak until your thoughts are empty, your heart is lighter.
And even when words run out,
I’ll understand what silence means.
Because love listens between the lines.

I’ll stay—not just stand.
I won’t be a passive presence.
I’ll be rooted in your seasons—
in spring’s renewal, summer’s joy, autumn’s fading colors, and winter’s silence.
You’ll never have to wonder if I’m still with you.
My love will show up. Again and again.

I won’t just promise.
I’ll prove—with sacrifice.
With commitment.
With the kind of communication that seeks understanding, not just agreement.
With affection that’s tailored to you—your love language, your comfort zone.
Not as duties.
Not as checklists.
But as devotion.
As a daily decision to choose you, to honor you, to never grow weary of doing right by you.

I’ll cherish your body—but more importantly, I’ll cherish your mind.
Your soul. Your sacred inner world.
Your opinions will matter to me.
Your voice will be safe with me.
You’ll never have to compete for my attention, or beg for my care.

When the world sees you one way,
and you’re tempted to shrink, or doubt, or fade—
I’ll remind you of who you are.
Not by flattering words, but by consistent presence.
You’ll know you’re valuable, because I’ll treat you that way.

When we disagree—and we will—
I won’t weaponize your vulnerabilities.
I won’t storm off and punish you with silence.
I’ll lean in, not away.
Because love isn’t about winning arguments.
It’s about protecting the us in the middle of conflict.
Even in anger, I’ll be gentle. Even in frustration, I’ll be kind.

I’ll pray for you.
Every day.
Not just when times are hard, but when they’re good—
thanking God for your life, your health, your heart.
I’ll cover you spiritually, because your peace matters to me,
even when you don’t have the strength to ask for it.

I’ll celebrate you.
Loudly and quietly.
In front of the world, and behind closed doors.
I’ll notice your wins, no matter how small.
I’ll remind you that being loved isn’t a prize you have to earn—it’s your birthright, and I’ll spend my life honoring it.

I’ll make space for your bad days.
I won’t take your moods personally.
I’ll sit beside your shadows until light returns.
You won’t have to hide parts of yourself.
You can be messy, raw, undone—and still be loved fully, deeply, fiercely.

I’ll be your home.
Not just a house. Not just a routine.
But a soul-level resting place.
A name you run to, not from.
A heart that never gets tired of holding yours.

And when we grow old,
and the lines on our faces tell stories of laughter and loss,
I’ll still choose you.
In wrinkled skin and slowed steps,
I’ll still trace the shape of your smile like it’s my favorite poem.
Because you will be.

Loving you won’t be an obligation.
It won’t be a task, a role, or a performance.
It will be my favorite calling.
A sacred privilege.
A journey of joy and service and fire and quietness.
And no matter where life takes us—
I’ll be there.
Always.

So until we meet—
Know that I’m already learning to be the kind of man worthy of your love.
A man growing in patience, in faith, in wisdom.
A man who prays for your happiness even now, before I know your face.
Because love doesn’t begin the day we say "hello."
It starts in the preparation, in the becoming.
And I’m becoming someone who will never stop choosing you.

Forever yours,
Your future husband.

This touched my heart deeply, I hope it brings smiles across your faces as you remind yourselves that love is life and life is love and also love eases the hurdles of life.

The image used is mine.