I sit in my house and contemplate this last year... Last year on this day was literally in my house picking out the perfect outfit to elope in...I was checking the weather and hoping that Jamison wouldnt change his mind on me. I still had two days to wait. I knew I was marrying someone above me; marrying a man who was so attractive that I blushed when he teased me and blew kisses at me. I literally had spent the last month prior being excited, nervous, and giddy. I was making the choice to marry a man who made me nervous with his presence. He was a man I wanted kids with. He was a man who prayed with James and I as I tucked the munchkin into bed. This man who can still look at me smile that adorable smile and those brown eyes twinkle and I cant help but see the man I married. This last year has been one of the hardest years of my life... And yet, I still see the man who married me... me, some crazy woman with a jaded and broken past and a wild ornery son. Accepting the responsibly to help raise and care for a child that is not their own is no simple task, and he jumped in, feet first... all in. Today I lift up my husband and pray for God to bless him beyond his wildest dreams. I pray for the man I share my home with. I thank God for allowing me to have shared this last year with him. And I ask for God to give me a million more years. J-If we can survive this last year, we can handle anything lovie.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 23:33:05 +0000
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