I Can’t Wait to Be Yours Forever

I can’t wait to be a wife. Not just anyone’s wife, but yours.

I can’t wait for the day I wake up and reach for you, knowing I never have to let go. Knowing that from that moment on, every morning, every night, every single part of this life, we’ll move through it together. That there will be no more waiting, no more distance, no more counting days until I see you again—just us, every day, in all the small and beautiful ways love is meant to be lived.

I can’t wait to wear my ring. Every single day. To glance at my hand while I’m making coffee, while I’m reading, while I’m doing absolutely nothing at all—and smile because you chose me, because I chose you, because we chose this. I’ll never get tired of the weight of it, the way it glows in the light, the quiet reminder that love like ours isn’t just a feeling—it’s a promise, a home, a forever.

I can’t wait to say “my husband” in every conversation, even when it’s unnecessary. My husband this, my husband that—until people roll their eyes and tell me to stop. But I won’t, because I’ll never get tired of claiming you, of calling you mine in the way that matters most. I’ll use it as an excuse for everything, too. “I can’t go, my husband said no.” “I have to leave early, my husband needs me.” Even when you don’t, even when you have no idea I’m blaming you for my exit strategy(😂).

I can’t wait for the little things. The ones that seem so ordinary, so simple, but hold the weight of a love that is steady and real. Leaving notes in the kitchen before you wake up. Falling asleep on your chest while we’re watching a movie I swore I’d stay up for. Arguing about what to have for dinner, then ending up eating whatever we both ignored the first time. Laughing at inside jokes no one else will ever understand.

I can’t wait for the soft mornings, the ones where the world is still asleep and it’s just us, moving quietly through our routine. I can’t wait for the slow nights, curled up on the couch, binge-watching shows we take turns choosing, even though we both know you’ll let me have my way most of the time.

I can’t wait to be the one who gets to take care of you, in all the ways that matter. To remind you to eat when you’re too caught up in work, to rub your back when you’ve had a long day, to be the person you come home to when the world has been too much. I want to be the arms you fall into, the safe place you never have to question.

I can’t wait for the life we’ll build. A home filled with warmth, with love, with the kind of peace that only comes when you’re with the right person. I picture it all the time—waking up to soft sunlight streaming through the windows, the smell of coffee in the air, your laughter echoing through the house. A place where love lingers, even in the silence. A place where we grow, where we dream, where we love—over and over again, in a million different ways.

I can’t wait for the years ahead. For all the versions of us we’ll become. For the good days, the hard days, the mundane, the magical. I can’t wait to see how our love deepens, how we learn each other in ways we don’t yet know, and how we choose each other, not just now, but always.

I can’t wait for forever with you.