I often wish that The Mister was more expressive, open with his love for me. I understand that he “speaks” in the way that feels natural to him. I’ve tried to adjust to that, but for a lover of words and emotions it hard and at times I yearn for more.
Last night he played this song for me and held me as I cried in the kitchen, while we cooked dinner together. He even sang (which is not his gift!).
I was so full of love for this man. God sent him here for me and me for him. Even when it’s hard, it’s worth it. I have to remember that. Gonna keep praying. So blessed.