Here it is. The day after Valentine’s Day. Was it as you expected?
Let me encourage you to look for the ways your spouse speaks love. If it’s not in chocolates and roses, it could be a unique love language.
Today I’m sharing our love story. Stepping back in time then fast forwarding to present day…
Hurrying out the door, late for work. The overnight snowfall was beautiful but deep. How I dreaded dusting and scraping off the car. Rounding the apartment building, I find my windshield cleared of a mound of snow. A business card, placed carefully on the driver side window. Two free cookies at my favorite place.
Flowers appeared at work from an admirer. Love letters, shunned, I shamefully admit. But reread, over and over. Each one. And each time, the words carving out a small chip in the wall I’d built. All the while, the Lord taught me.
Patiently, he won my heart. It was this man’s love and enthusiasm for the Lord that stomped out my fear. His confidence, his intelligence, his kindness, his jokes, his willingness to wait for this silly girl to come around. His smile, his eyes.
What began in my heart as admiration, grew in bounds as love. My dearest friend, this man had started to become. How could someone so wonderful possibly be for me, Lord? I must see him, go on walks with him, be near him as much as I can. He just has this glow of You, Lord.
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This same romance continues in the day to day. Translated, perhaps, in a different manner. Flowers sometimes appear. But the love letters, so similarly recognized this way…
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This is beautiful. I read the whole thing. The love that you have for each other is so present in your family, which just glows with warmth from the heart. I, too, am blessed with an unusually wonderful man.
Phyllis – I can tell by your writing how blessed you and your family are with your wonderful man! I’m just so glad I can pop over to All Things Beautiful for a visit. You encourage me in homeschooling and motherhood, my friend!