25: You Are Mine

25: You Are Mine

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Wives

You Are Mine

By Carol Hatcher

I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.

~Song of Songs 6:3

I wasn’t sure what to say. I lay staring at this man I’d chosen. I wanted to express everything I felt with words. I wanted to tell him how I loved the way his hand fit in the small of my back and how sometimes he would close his giant hand over mine and kiss my knuckles. Maybe I could share how irresistible he was when he would kiss the tiny clips or barrettes I wore in my hair because he said they were so cute.

Perhaps I could make him understand how my insides felt when he broke into a full-blown smile. Or how I adored the way his voice lifted ever so slightly with anticipation when he answered the phone if I called him at work.

I wished our minds could meld so I could adequately express my sorrow for the times I took him for granted or snapped at him when my temper flared. My heart raced as I watched him breathe and noticed the stubble across his face. My fingers ached to touch that sandpapery skin.

I thought about how to make him understand the depth of my love — how I knew he was chosen for me. I listened to his steady breathing and realized even that brought me comfort.

Perhaps if I told him he was my best friend. But I’d claimed my girlfriends Mary Ann and Allison for years to fill that cherished role. The way I loved this man was even more than the role of a best friend. He was my partner, my lover, my shoulder, my heart.

I wiggled across the sheets, close enough to breathe him in. I walked my fingers up his chest and traced his lips. With no grand poem or collection of words, I said all that was in my soul.

“You’re my favorite person,” I sighed.

“And you are mine,” he whispered as we drifted off to sleep.

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