I stood in my kitchen and let my mind wander. My husband bought me my rose on our way back from picking him up from the Sunrail after work. We stopped to get gas and he returned from the cashier with a single rose. At the time I was so grateful. I love flowers. My husband gets them on rare and random occasions for me. I actually caught myself thinking about how different our expressions of romance are. We haven't had a grate deal of cash due to a genuine series of unfortunate events and emotionally, I begin to feel like our romance has unfortunately died down as a result. Holding this single rose again now I realized how much it had not. We were just different. We didn't fit anywhere. I created a space for the rose on the window of the kitchen looking into the dinning room and garage.
Perhaps the most distinct challenge for me in our marriage is understanding its uniqueness. Look at its timeline of events and challenges: from start to finish, who knew that what a great love this would be?
June 7, 2016. My life changed to be rocked in ways I never anticipated. I remember when I saw him leaning back in a chair precisely placed in the shade of the tent. I saw that he noticed me. I was focused on spending time with the young ladies I mentored initially but a game and a dance and he had won by trust to hold my party favor candy bag (had I been aware of his affinity for sweets I may not have handed him the bag so freely). I turned to one of my young ladies and said, "He's going to use that bag to get my number." Sure enough. He bartered returning my candy in exchange for my number. I giggled and gave it to him. Shortly thereafter, he asked me to go see a movie with him that evening. I canceled my initial plans and convinced one of my good friends to go to the movies with us. He and I talked for the first half of the movie and the second half I fell asleep (which he courteously brings to my recollection anytime we discuss a movie). I explained to him that indicated my comfort because I rarely fall asleep on any movie. It also did not stop him from stating that he was going to marry me by the end of our date.
Today that man is my husband and father to my son. Washout. A man seeking the face of Yahweh everyday through his family, music, and lifestyle. Oh, how my heart abounds with love for this man! I am grateful to share our single rose journey with you all. We may not belong anywhere. It may be very different but we hope you can make space for us somewhere. We have struggled which has produced growth in us. When our love was slowly budding, we enjoyed the sweet bliss that was simply us. We trails come we remain committed to the Lord and each other. We are committed to Christ, family, entrepreneurship, the community and music.
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