It was the longest 30 days of my life.
Knowing he had the ring, waiting for him to find the right time to ask me to be his wife. He needed to find the right time, and there wasn’t anything I could do to hasten that day.
I loved him. He loved me.
He loved me with everything that I was and everything I wasn’t. Because marriage was loving in spite of. Anyway, and even though.
As I look forward to the day that I hope will come, I know that this person will love me. Will love my children. Will never question whether I am good enough or my children fit in with their life plan.
Because even the best plans fail and failing to love in spite of, and even though, leaves you empty, lonely, and yearning for something that never will come.
Love much. Love hard. Love the little ones and love the big one. And never look back. 💙