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"I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don’t want to look around any more: I don’t need to look around for anything."
Sylvia Plath (via modernhepburn)
I remember “liking” this quote last year when Torie posted it. It resonated with me and how I feel about Jeremy. When we got together, I was filled with a sense of peace I had never felt before and realized I didn’t need to look around anymore. He and we were enough. I told myself that one day, on the day we were married, I would read it to him. But if felt like a dream at the time. Luckily, I remembered this quote today, in time to share it with him. In a few short weeks that faraway dream of marrying my love will become true. I can’t believe he’ll be my husband. I feel overwhelmed with gratitude. How could one person ever be so lucky?