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8 Years And Counting…

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Eight years ago, I stood before God, and 40-50 family, and friends and said “I DO”. I had no clue what that journey would be or even what I was doing, but I knew I was excited about the man standing beside me…something about his heart made my stomach jump excitedly.

I look back at that time, and I can’t help but be thankful for what the last eight years have been…through the disappointments, laughs, life’s highs, and lows, one thing has remained constant with God’s love….his heart. With sincere gratitude and joy, I am blessed to say I married a good man, and I am still married to that man…B, loves me inside out and continues to help me be a better person…he sees the God in me and can look past my foolish errors and forgive.

He continues to be my best friend, confidant, greatest supporter, and cheerleader….he believed in me even when I had given up on myself…he is my voice of reasoning and balance…helping me to understand when I am wrong without being critical, and supporting me fully when I am right.

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Over the last eight years, we have grown together as a family and continue to do so, even now with children in the mix…he is a great father, and a joyous wonder in our home…we can laugh at ourselves…roll together on the floor without shame…argue like little girls, and then make up like wild beasts lol. I am a fortunate girl, and I do not take it for granted. B, prays without ceasing for the family, he works tirelessly on our behalf, and continues to give up a lot for us to have a better and great life. My heart can’t help but pray blessings for him.

I have grown through grace, and his love over the last few years and I am happy beyond words, that I made that decision eight years ago…I love him for all he is, all he can be, and all he will be…

I know he likes his privacy more than the CIA, but my heart wants to celebrate him this way today….Babe, here’s to eight more years, and then another eight and even many many more, because eight years and counting Mr. B, no one else will do. Thank you for loving me right.

Happy Anniversary Babe!!! Love you loads…now, about Greece :)?!?

A Good Morning!

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He graced my morning lightly with a kiss
Gentle and kind on the temple
His soft lips blessed my day
Then with a twinkle sparkling bright in his kind eyes
He kissed me deep and wet
Heavily soaked
I drowned in (his) love

Happy Friday friends!!! Hope it’s a great one :). Hugs and love!

How Quickly I Forget

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The truth is I am blessed
Yet somehow in the midst of life
All I feel is stress
Lost in the world of back and forth
How quickly I forget

How quickly I forget the smile on two dainty faces
Faces that ask to be kissed over and over
Then some more over again
Soft dark skin forever blushing love

How quickly I forget the arms broad and wide wrapping me tight
Night after night
Sweetness and good lust whispered in eager ears

How quickly I forget my father’s words of wisdom
Timely and genuine
Quietly echoed with kindness and strength
Sound correction, profound truth

How quickly I forget the love of a Savior
Offered at will to an undeserving me
Time and time again

How quickly I forget L.O.V.E
Quiet and warm
Cheering me on
Leading me strong…

How quickly I forget
How truly blessed I am

At Noon

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Saturday stole my heart
In the midst of summer’s cold rain
Washed by it’s immense quiet
I lost myself in a book or two
Imagination taking me past 2pm
And prosaic wifely duties

Hypnotized

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I sit here in this single headspace
Entranced by your Augustness
Transfixed in time; my pulse is rising

My pulse is rising; rising fast with the outside temps
Soft thighs crossed in gentle submission to this masterful enchantment

I am hypnotized by your gentle strength and dark lust

BB (Bale Cafe)

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I will like to go to a café with you
On a mid-Wednesday morning like this
Sip on hot cocoa creamy smooth and brown as you
Nibble sweetly at bits of marble coffee cakes
Strawberry glaze staining my happy lips pink

 

*I was in the city on Sunday, and saw the name of a cute cafe, Bale Cafe, and this poem was born :)*

A Saturday Night

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Buttered toast and honey oats
Fingers crossed with cuddled toes
Warming fires snuggling close
Lovely night with unburdened clothes