Everything was going well, until that day at the playground where a good thing was bound to end.
At a young age my mother told me I wasn’t allowed to have a boyfriend, but I had my own plans around this and of course I was smarter than her right?
Love is You! It’s Our Anniversary
We didn’t date in college. An innocent friendship and appreciation for each other blossomed during that time. God allowed a time of chaos to bring about his plan for us to eventually date and marry.
However, I knew that it was time for me to be the supportive and understanding wife. Not the wife that is looking at the time. I needed to ignore the fact that it was after my bedtime, although I was beginning to feel the heaviness of good sleep weighing down upon my eyelids.
Not wanting to make others uncomfortable is why I have kept my mouth closed. I hate it, but I continue to put other people’s feelings before mine. I continue to think of their comfort, so I always swallow what I want to say. Always waiting for the right time. There’s never going to be a right time.
So yeah, I was different because I had been exposed and not exposed to many different things. The lives of my classmates were different from mine, so we were all different from each other. But why were my differences being called out?
During this time, we NEVER expected anything more. I remember telling him and another male friend, that when it was time for me to get married, they would be my male bridesmaids…what is that… groomsmaids? Is that an oxymoron?
I wonder if the school year is 9 months to parallel the stages of pregnancy. In the first few months, teachers are excited about the new school year, like a mother after discovering she is with child. Closer to the end of the pregnancy mothers become tired of being pregnant and begin to look forward to school being over, I mean having the baby.
The song ‘s declaration is indeed true because Christmas isn’t the same without your family around to share it with you. I can no longer run to them and see their happy faces during the holiday season. I can always think back to our last Christmas together, but it’s nothing like actually touching their warm skin and hearing their gentle voice as we talk over dinner and tell jokes.