My back arches,
adjusting to my growing gut.
Pins and needles race over my flesh and bone.
Your hands press between my shoulder blades
then inch, ever so slowly, down.
I ease into your gentle touch.
My belly bounces.
This life we’ve made hasn’t always been easy,
I’ve been stretched, broken, and fatigued,
but I’ve also burst with laughter,
smiling at my stomach’s waves
rocking to your wit.
Seven years of marriage,
a wax and wane with
the tides of turbulence and truce,
tragedy and triumphs.
Our bent knees profess surrender to our Savior,
the one who gives us strength to serve each other
and our ever growing family.
I loved you then, but so much more now.
This adventure we’ve traversed together
has weaved one of the most incredible romances,
second to our Christian love, I’ve ever known…
but maybe I’m just biased and infatuated with your handsome body.
(I really should sign off now, before pregnancy hormones best me.)
I love you now and until death do us part Francis Joseph Eisbacher. We do not grow weary, but tarry together as we seek to glorify God and let matrimony make us holy. Thanks for doing life with me and committing so loyally to this covenant. I admire you and am blessed to call you husband.