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Another Month Flies By

Mr. Perfect-for-me came into my life and made me realize where all those metaphors, analogies & similes for love came from. I was struck by cupid’s arrow. I have absolutely fallen head over heels. He swept me off my feet. He is my other half, my better half. I could go on and on but I’m sure you get the idea.

I don’t want anyone to think that I somehow made it to 41 years of age and got married twice without ever being in love. I have most definitely been in love before. This love feels different. Although the bible would usually be one of the last books that I would quote, I think it captured these last 2 months almost perfectly.


Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. 

~1 Corinthians 13:4–8a (ESV)


After just 2 months, I can’t claim to know for sure that this love will endure and persevere, but I have faith that it will. My hope is that it will continue to grow and evolve. I believe that by continuing to be patient, kind and honest with each other, we will be able to love, honor and cherish one another for the rest of our days.

~Happy Second Monthiversary to My Love~

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  1. That is truly the what love is. I don’t want to get super biblical back, but Jesus taught what real love was. He shows the best example on how to love another. Keep that faith! The love is found in the middle of that.

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