This is my absolute favorite picture of my husband. Hands down. It was taken by me during our Honeymoon. I was on an emotional high after our wedding weekend, where we made our love official before the church.
We got married in the church where I was raised. It was the place where I got saved. From the knitting in my mother’s young womb to the hairs on my teenage head, I was taught how much God knew about me. I also learned about God’s unconditional love for me. I was blessed to have the opportunity to get married in the very church where I prayed fervently and overcame so many youthful obstacles.
Marriage is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do. And on a great number of days I question my decision to say yes. And then I look at this photo and remember how much I love this chocolate man. I remember my friend. I remember his firm hold on my worst days. I remember how his commitment to me, us, and our family. I remember my hubby of life, my partner, my love, my cheerleader, and I simply cannot imagine doing life without him.
I remember asking God for a good man. I didn’t know he would be 6’4 with a funny last name. I didn’t know he would have one good dimple that was deeper than the ocean. I didn’t know he would meet me in New York City after being raised half-way around the world.
There was so much I didn’t know. And today, there is so much I have yet to learn.
One thing I know for sure is I still want to do life with him.
He’s going to flip out and say that I’m exposing him on social media. 🙄☺️