I’ve had this goal on my list for a long time. I’ve hesitated to close it out, because it kept evolving through my life’s activities, challenges and triumphs. However, one thing has always remained clear—this goal while changing in quality and experience is never altering in course.
I am so very proud of my man.
I know it sounds trite and perhaps weak to some, but I feel such a welling sense of pride when I recount that for whatever reason, he cherishes me in a way I have never experienced.
We took this picture this morning, hands clapsed in bed with the morning light starting to stream in through the wooden window shutters. We were enjoying the early springtime weather and the dappling sunlight, and the day was full of promises of us to ponder.
The evening is settling in, and as always, my pride has not diminished. He is my unrelenting source of admiration.
