I love the way you protect me.
So many people think protection stands in front of a gun, when in reality, it boldly stands alone.
Protection is a subtle thing. I've become comfortable in our relationship, and didn't even notice your care for me in this way until a good friend pointed out:
"Wow, Phoebe, he protects you so well."
She's right.
I worry about you because I care about you.... and you know it.
"Please text me when you get home, honey."
And he does, every time.
I thought it was so odd that you didn't want to talk so often on the phone. "It'll make our conversations more special," you said. I was skeptical, but it turned out to be true. And now that we're both busy, and unable to talk on the phone very often, I'm glad that we didn't get used to spending all of our time on each other. You watch out for me. You guard my heart even when I'm not sure how to do that.
"Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." -Proverbs 4:23
You protect me. You remind me to get more sleep, and you reassure me after a nightmare.
You pray for me - and remind me to pray.
Thank you for caring for me enough to protect me.
Happy month number 2, Sean.
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