|Posted on August 2, 2018 at 2:10 PM|
August 1, 1998. The day you gave me your last name. The day we said I Do to each other and God. The day we recited our vows. That we would love each other- for richer and poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, til death do us part. Hmm....... I remember saying those words and I meant them. I just didn’t expect death to come so soon for us. We celebrated 17 wedding anniversaries together. Today, August 1, 2018, is our 20th wedding anniversary. The third one I’ve had to face without you. I don’t take myself to dinner or anything like that. I try to go about my day. But my thoughts and my heart are fully on you.
One thing I can say is that we lived and fulfilled our vows to each other. Even on the rough, hard days. That part makes me feel really good. That we fulfilled our vows in spite of......
In the midst of my hurt I'm yet grateful to God for allowing me to be married for 17 years. I thank God for giving me a man who showed me what true love is. I cherish the time we had together.
To my married friends, make sure to love your spouse because sometimes life brings about changes and there may come a day where you'll want to but can't.
Mark 10: 6-9
6 But from the beginning of the creation God made them male and female.
7 For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife;
8 And they twain shall be one flesh: so then they are no more twain, but one flesh.
9 What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.
God bless you all,