My Favorite Part

My favorite part of the day is when I see you after you're done with work. 

My other favorite part is whenever I'm with you. 

Being a Wife

It's kind of amazing. Kind of wonderful. 

I guess people like to scare you out of getting married, trying to tell you how bad it is. I suppose some things are rough, as with any human relationship, but I think it's pretty great. 

I think marriage was made to be great. 

It ain't gonna be perfect because we're two imperfect people living in the same home for however long we live. But, when you start complaining about little things, you are going to have a harder time lovin' that man. 

I'm trying to learn to always look for the good and not always dwell on the bad. Thinking about the bad all the time never did help no body. 

Quite frankly, I love my man, and I love being his wife. 

Counting

Instead of counting the days until I am free and fly away like a bird finally released from its suffering cage, I will try to count the blessings that are surrounding me right now.

Sometimes it's hard to count the right thing.

Of course, I'm excited about getting married and running away with the love of my life, but I suppose I should be more thankful with what I have now.

And, I suppose, I'll miss this place.

OK

I guess I'm OK, but sometimes the words hurt.

Sometimes I'm not sure if I'll even last the next few days. Sometimes I just want to burry my face in my blankets and cry. Sometimes I want to run away. Sometimes I don't think I can take one more criticism.

But, I guess it'll be fine. I smile on the top and try to block out the words. I quietly try to tame the urge to shoot back. Three more days. 

I'm OK.

That Butterfly

 "From that creeping thing in the dust

to this shining bliss in the blue

God give me courage to trust

I can break my chrysalis too"

Last Days

And then it dawned on me...

            These are my last days of being single. 

I guess there's a weird feeling in that, like I'm losing something. 

Freedom, I guess. 

But, then I remember the joy of loving and knowing and serving and being with you.

I don't want to take these last days for granted, but also I'm very much looking forward to day I'm really yours. 

Life is about to change forever for me. 

Yearning

The sky is gray and mopy, like my drooping soul. 

My heart is yearning for you, that we might be together again. 

The days go by, and I try to enjoy each thing. 

The laughter, games, cooking, shopping, oil changes, eating, walking, cleaning, living.

I try to take each moment we're apart and savor whatever it is I should savor. 

But down under it all, I'm yearning for home and for you. 

So, please, don't take too long. 

Understanding

Some times I have no idea how to understand you. 

Some times I'm so confused I don't want to even try. 

Some times I'm so hurt I don't even know how to hear you.

But I'm thinkin' that I love you too much to give up. 

Understanding might be hard to figure out, but I won't stop trying.

Aching

 

My heart drops. 

I hate to think of you being so sick. 

I hate that your suffering doesn't seem to go away. 

You tell me, "I know this won't last forever,"

But sometimes I feel like it will. 

I hurt for you, and what can I do?

I'll love you. 

I'll pray for you. 

I know God has a purpose for everything.

He'll hold you up, dear friend, and the light will shine again.

Redneck

Glass splatters through the air, and blood oozes out of my leg.

Maybe that was stupid, trying to swack a glass bottle on a tree in order to get the rusty cap off. But, oh, well, you live and...probably don't learn. 

Tip-toein' through rusty old cans and broken glass, barefoot. I don't have a decent pair of sandals, so why not go barefoot everywhere?

I keep passin' this dead deer hoof. I finally picked it up. maybe it'll make a good necklace or somthin'.

Drivin' down the innerstate with my windows open in 99 degree weather even though I definitely have AC. Hey, the breeze feels nice.

They forgot napkins, Oh, well, we use our clothes.