Most mornings I wake up and have to remind myself.
Like when Court-Court passed away.
Too soon,
it was unjust.
it was not fair.
I open my eyes to the sun sliding between the shades,
before so warm and welcome,
its beams are too bright,
too much.
THIS is too much.
I am a new bride,
I love my husband with my whole heart.
This is my honeymoon phase...
should be.
could be.
Most mornings I have to remind myself,
He loves me. chose me. Pursued me. Promised me.
And, this is my honeymoon phase....
should be,
could be.
*This is not my angry epithet,
Consider it my WHAT THE *EFF IS that??
I am here. I have not moved.
Truth, grace, goodness, and love.
Thrive still.
and they water hope, here in my heart.
growing a garden.
that should be,
could be
beautiful,
bountiful,
blessed.
I am a new bride.
I love my husband with my whole heart.
I exist.
I am real.
I AM.
We ARE~
