Well... two kids later, a mortgage and a startup business on the cuffs of reality... I let go of that dream without a second thought. Without a broken heart. Without resentment.
Because my heart was FULL.
But there I was... just days before my birthday.
He brought our dear friends Josh and Jordan into town to celebrate. Hosted a surprise, intimate dinner party I will never forget as long as I live...
And then I opened my birthday card from him that said: We leave for Paris on Sunday!
And then it hit me. Over and over again as I walked down old cobble stone streets. Sometimes hitting me with such emotion that I almost felt my body would jerk with a sob at any given moment.
My husband is Jesus' truest and most real form of His love for me here on earth... I am so humbled by his selfless, unabandoned and intentional love for me.
A morning of reading and writing in a local cafe.
Oh the crepes!
Our new found cold weather favorite = hot wine ;)
There's just something special about that metal tower...