Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Love.

I don't dance or drink coffee, but he's cool with that.

He knows the real me. You know, the me that only comes out at home behind closed doors

when I'm feeling way in-over-my-head and am too tired to think about how

in-over-my-head I really am. And he loves me anyway.

He's a realist and I'm an optimist, and man do we balance each other out just fine...

He sits, and makes me sit sometimes too.

And I'm better for it.

He asks the hard questions, and I see my heart for what it really is. And I'm thankful.

He's silly and serious, and balances out our family

just when we need a little of one or the other.

So, so good for me.

God knew.

1 comment:

Kara said...

Love seeing how God brings two people together who need each other...who can better honor Him as they walk through life...because He brought them together :)