Dear Me, Future Wife

Dear Me, Future Wife

Life in progress isn’t just about the husband I hope for someday—it’s also about the woman I’m becoming right now. I’ve carried myself through heartbreak, through disappointments, through fears that tried to silence me. And still, I write. Still, I plan. Still, I dream.

Yes, someday I want a husband who can be my rock where I’m weak, who notices when I need more attention, who stays steady when my fears rise. I have to remind myself that I am not abandoned, that my worth isn’t measured by who stays or leaves, but by the love I continue to give to myself.

I’ve proven I can survive the nights of unanswered questions, the heavy days of bruised memories, and the long seasons of uncertainty.

So, to my future husband: I am preparing for you. And to myself: I am proud of you. Healing isn’t easy, but I am doing it anyway.

Because every plan, every page, is part of this life in progress.