Today’s post was originally titled “Sorry Not Sorry: How to be YOU without apology.” I was to finish it early this morning and hit publish, but then my heart went into a completely different direction.
See, for a month or so I’ve contemplated this thing for my blog. A thing where I write love letters to you and publish them. I’ve gone back and forth, thinking to myself. What a neat idea! Wow, cheesy idea Shannon. You’re dumb. Don’t do it. You’re not dumb, Shannon. You should totally do it. That’s so elementary. That’s so cool.
I mean, I just need to stop, right? Going back and forth…I just need to stop.
Then this morning I had this “thing” come over me. That overwhelming feeling I get from time to time when I reflect on you and what God has done for our family.
Of course you and I both know what that “thing” is.
When the Holy Spirit tells us to do something we just do it, right? So, here I am, doing it. We’ve always been kinda private haven’t we? It seems though that in the last couple years we’ve kind of just thrown that aside; I mean..as far as our marriage is concerned. I’m proud of us. I’m proud that we’ve shared our story with others so that they may find Jesus. I’m proud that we’ve figured out that it really is all about Him. I’m proud that we’re leaving our girls with a legacy of love. So, here you go honey. The first of many.
The Love Letter
Oh, how I love you. When I saw you on the NASDAQ live stream this morning it felt as though my heart might just beat right out of my chest. Tears welled up in my eyes and they would not stop flowing.
Sitting in the breakfast lounge at the hotel in New York, people probably wondered about me. I don’t care. I was in my own little world doing my own little thing. You know I never care what people are thinking anyway.
I remember when we lived in that tiny apartment in Muskogee, Oklahoma. I was 19 when we got married and you were 20.
Babe. Come on.
That’s ridiculous. 19 and 20?? Alex Elizabeth will be 18 in a few short months. This means that if she were us, she would be getting engaged in 4 months. THAT IS CRAZY. I can’t imagine it. I’m laughing as I put you in my daddy’s place! I can just imagine what you would do if a boy came to your office and asked you for our daughters hand in marriage. LOL- think on that one for a short minute babe.
Who knew that almost 25 years ago, in that tiny apartment that we would be where we are today?
I want you to know that I am deeply, deeply proud of you and what you have accomplished. I want you to know that you are where you are today because of the commitment that YOU made to Jesus, to our marriage, and to your family.
I am honored to stand by your side.
I am honored to be able to do the little things that are such big things to me.
To brush your hair with my fingers and make the little stray hairs fall into place.
To wipe the lint off your suit coat.
To straighten your tie when it has fallen to the side.
To wipe a crumb off your lips.
But mostly I’m honored to be Mrs John Geurin.
I am honored to be the woman who is married to the man that is so highly esteemed at his company, at church, and just in life generally.
As I sit bare-faced in this hotel room typing words on this computer; listening to our oldest daughter sleep, thinking about our youngest daughter on a missions trip in Guatemala, and you at Times Square on stage at NASDAQ I am simply overwhelmed by God’s mercy, grace, and unbelievable kindness that he has given us.
And, I simply love you John Geurin.
I love you. And I love us.
And I just wanted you to know.