Everyday starts out the same—a longing yawn that spurs our entire organs to wakening. However they end differently. Sometimes different is good, other times it’s bad different. The high priestess draws are unpredictable
Sometimes we wake up with a single goal in mind like, find food, the next minute a dentist is sawing off your teeth like deranged miner drilling for nugget. There are times, your goal is to find yourself, then along the way you become enchanted by someone’s eyes— it’s always in the verdamnt eyes. You fall hard….deep…hard deep? and wind up in a whirlwind that drops you at the last station you’d want to be— a town hall at your own wedding.
So here I am, self proclaimed anti-wedding conservative accepting a right standing romantic activist in a legal binding contract. Not only that, but this happens to be the first of four ceremonies which for some women is a gold plastered street with a rainbow at the end with a sack of gold beneath it.
Tja, when I said 2019 was going to be one hella year, this wasn’t exactly the scent I was trailing down. Now and again, I forget to introduce myself right.
I’ve often been asked how I feel. It’s a fleeting feeling I still can’t comprehend, but it’s calm and soothing like Ayurvedic tea after Yoga. What I do know is that I’m loving being able to call HIM, my husband.
To be safe, ask me again after all the Nigerian and Hungarian marriage schenedigans.
And lastly, because it’s simply the best. Romans 8:28, And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.
Thanks for stopping by to check on us. Enjoy a pleasant week ahead.