A mother’s hands gently Holds little baby for the first time; Pure, precious, perfect and fragile!
Met Held hands Made vows Kissed Opened hearts Held our first Then second Cried while we tried To figure out our way to be Starting with something new. Susan McMillan
To love and to hold Is a verb I dare never forget; a kiss, a hug, a smile and some more…
Cliché as it may sound, time indeed does fly by. It seems like I was a brand new bride yesterday. I remember being in my groom’s arms as he led me to our little house on a mountain top in west Texas (McDonald Observatory). It’s been a couple of years now and I guess we…… Continue reading Loving my groom; 9 year wedding anniversary (06-07-08)
Yesterday our little guy turned 8 and all I can say is that I am one lucky mama. I am blessed to call this little one mine. He challenges me to be a better person on a regular basis; He is kind and has a level of patience I still do not understand; he keeps…… Continue reading Happy birthday my little guy!
You bet ya! When you took that hand and made the vow and promise of love, you not only took a heart but the entire baggage that comes with that person next to you. In my case, I know for sure that my beloved groom gained some significant amount of baggage; a Motherless bride that…… Continue reading Marriage; the baggage claim!
There I was, excited to be wedded to my best friend and the love of my life; one I had known for 6 months to be exact. The words of “concern and worry” started pouring in intending to inform us about the nightmare we were about to glue ourselves into…Yes. Marriage. These were words coming…… Continue reading Marriage misconceptions.
Loving my groom” is a phrase I like to use in my marriage because the man by my side is mine. Mine to love, mine to support, mine to encourage, mine to dream with, mine to share life with or perhaps mine to nag, build or break, mine to laugh and cry with. So the…… Continue reading Loving my groom; without borders.