Monday, August 4, 2014


Tomorrow, August 5th, we celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. 

{My husband has been bugging me to get back to blogging, 
so it seemed fitting that I would write a blog post, finally, today, to talk about love}. 

I didn't know about real love until I met him. He knew. He said he wouldn't have married me if he didn't think it would last forever. Forever was only a little girl's dream. It didn't mean anything to me, then. Protecting my heart was the only instinct I had.

My mom was married three times and my dad was married seven times. Love was disposable to me.  I knew only that loving someone meant they eventually leave you. 

But all of that slowly changed when I met him. It wasn't instant. I didn't know it at first sight. I wasn't even looking for love. It was like there was a pull towards him. Little did I know at the time, there actually was {  a few months ago, we visited a spiritual medium who told me that he was chosen for me, my great grandmother made sure we met {she passed away before I was born}. She knew that I would endure heartache when I was young but would be forever safe with the person she would chose for me, how CRAZY is that?!?  }. 
It's taken a long time for me to let my guard down, 
but I learned about true love from him ... and I continue to learn every single day. 

Twenty five years is a very long time, 
but, in all the right ways, it feels like new love. 

It does because it should. 

I want every day with him to be amazing.

I want him to know that I can't wait to see him.

I want him to know that he is my priority.

I want him to know that his unconditional love changed my life.

So, tomorrow won't be any different that any other day, really. 
I'll dress up, we'll go to dinner, we'll 
spend the night together, and we'll tell each other how much we love each other. 

Yeah, it will be like any other day because every day should be a celebration.