22/02/2026
To my Jurich,
My earliest memory of you was September 8, 2015. We rode a Ferris wheel as two strangers with mutual friends. That night, we never asked each other’s names, yet somehow, the stars knew we would share a beautiful story.
Today, I stand before you not as a stranger, but as the woman who knows your heart and is known by it.
I thought I was a misfit until you showed me that this “misfit” was simply your missing piece.
You loved me when I tasted of angst and insecurity. You healed wounds you never created. You cherished the parts of me I didn’t understand.
And for that, I promise to walk beside you in every season, to choose you at every turning, and to love you with a love rooted in the Lord. A love that is patient, faithful, and enduring.
This morning, I remembered a line from one of the first poets I ever read, Rupi Kore:
“No, it won’t be love at first sight when we meet; it’ll be love at first remembrance,�’cause I’ve seen you in my mother’s eyes�when she tells me to marry the type of man�I’d want to raise my son to be like.”
And standing here with you, I know, that night at the Ferris Wheel, it was never just chance.�It was always you. I love you so much, byy. - Bride Bridgette
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