When someone caught my interest at 28, I found I did not have a grasp on what love really was.
Almost right up until to our wedding day, I struggled with anxiety about the future. I never reached a moment of perfect, unending certainty that my husband was the person I was meant to marry.
Thank you for being endearingly REAL LIFE, which in my case, includes some sweetly awkward and RANDOM moments that bring lots of laughter and fun memories. Truly, love, I'm grateful for the fact that for me, a perfect first date for consisted of running late, hugging a tree, swinging on a swing that I wasn't sure … Continue reading Dear love,
I am scared of you. Terrified, in fact. This is the time where it seems necessary to PROCLAIM that THE BOY has given his rubber-stamp approval to this post. Not-so-surprisingly, he knows all of what I'm about to say. Lucky him, he's been front-seat-center-row for all of the FEARS, DOUBTS and CRAZINESS. You're welcome, Georgia. … Continue reading Dear marriage,
I think it's safe to say that I love and hate you. As for THE BOY, now him, I'm fond of--quite a lot, in fact. But the fact that you are part of this jolly good thing we've got going on. Wellllll .... I could do without that (ie YOU).
Thank you, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart for creating a RIDICULOUS and UNREALISTIC set of expectations that no real man could ever fulfill. No, really, thanks.
You are misunderstood quite often, friend. And by quite often, I mean almost 99.9 percent of the time. Especially by Christians like myself. I've grown quite EXHAUSTED of these misunderstandings and distortions. For your sake. And for mine. I have lived 28 years having sexual purity DRILLED into my mind. Any Christian who grew up within my age … Continue reading Dear sexuality,