Did you ever think your
Happily Ever After would mean breakfast in bed every morning and butterflies in your tummy every time you kissed your prince? I'm not sure if it was my overdose on Disney's portrayal of love or just wishful thinking, but I thought something very close to this. After being married for almost five years, I've come to realize the importance of love itself. Not the rapid heart-beating kind of love that makes you feel like you're swimming in a field of roses, but the consistent, thoughtful love. The love you can depend upon with your husband or wife, through the good times and the bad.
Today, on this red-filled day called Valentine's Day, I am thankful for my husband, Jesse. He has been faithful to me during some very difficult trials, and he's been a model of grace. I can see Jesus' love in his actions. I'll sacrifice my
Happily Ever After dreams of yacht vacations and 24-7 romance for that any day.
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