I have so much to write about. I also have a daughter that just woke up with the whines and a squeaky noisy boy trying to climb on stuff. I’ll be back in a while I guess.
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Four years ago yesterday:
Do you, Carla, accept the love of Daniel and take him to be your wedded husband?
“I do.”
Will you love him, honor him, cherish him, and sustain him in all circumstances of life, so long as you both shall live?
“I will.”
“I, Carla, take thee, Daniel, to keep from this day forward, for better or for worse, for joy or sorrow, for richer or poorer, to love and cherish, till death us do part, according to God’s holy Word.”
That’s what I said, four years ago yesterday.
I’m sticking with my decision. Though I failed, at the time I made the vows, to fully understand what I was promising, as I was selfishly marrying the handsomest man in the universe in order to keep him for myself, I still intend to keep them after going through the past four years of unexpected joys and sorrows. All of which have turned out to be blessings, each and every one.
I’ve learned a lot about love, loyalty, forgiveness, and trust in the last four years. I’ve had a lot of selfishness chipped away from my soul, through this oneness that God has created. I assume He has plenty more to chip away at. Carve me, Lord.
I love you, Father, and I love this man you have given to me. Thank you so very much for your blessings.
How did we celebrate? Redbox, Zinfandel, and M&ms.
Classy.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
