I don't write to make anyone jealous or to puff myself up or make my life seem extraordinarily better than anyone else's. I write to say my husband rocks. 

I went climbing into marriage a year ago, tentative, unsure of what adventure lied ahead, ready for the battle the uphill struggle the hardships.

It has not always been easy. My best friends can attest to this, but, it has been good. I have learned to enjoy life, to be grateful, to rest, to have fun, to communicate, to listen to God when he gently instructs, and to trust max. 

I am still sensitive, emotional, and fearful. But the waves have slowly rolled over and over my jagged edges, and with My Savior working through Max I have become more peace filled. More smooth.

He planned this weekend, a tiny time that we had together to rekindle and remember our vows we made to each other a good long year ago. 

He had actual luggage this time, which he never does, and so I knew he had something up his sleeve. When we arrived at Frankfort he made me wait in the car and so when we entered our suite, room 207, the room we shuttled off to the night we were married...

when he escorted me in I found a bath running and candles lit, fragrance ready to pour in, wine poured, and my man grinning.

Ill spare you details. 

Thank you babe for being mine. For taking me in and being a big strong wise goofball. Thank you for again expressing your commitment to me, to us.

Thank you Lord for loving me through Max. I don't deserve the love you pour out on me. All is grace. All is grace. I'm swimming in your goodness, Lord.