"The day my Mom died I called my husband...Then he began to tell me a story about my Mom. A story that I never knew about her before because she didn’t want me to know."
Romance isn’t shiny, expensive or luxurious. Instead, it’s rather ordinary. It’s demonstrated by a husband who keeps showing up day after day despite the mess and hard work that’s involved. It’s the million little acts of service that are done simply out of love.
"To be gay was to be gross. To be gay was to be wicked. To be gay was to be scum. So I prayed. Oh. How. I. Prayed. But God didn’t answer those prayers. Why?"
Marry the man who will take the screaming baby as soon as he gets home from a long day at work and tells you to go grab a latte. Marry the man who hovers over your daughter at bath time every single night and prays over her sweet life.
Loving someone the way you want to be loved, doesn’t always work. My husband and I view love so differently, but you know what? I think we’re going to be okay.
