• An accurate description of how I feel about hubbys new job. šŸ˜šŸ˜”šŸ˜§

Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, ā€˜Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.’ If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, ā€˜Thank you for stopping by.

Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye, ā€œWhen Love Arrivesā€
(via thequotejournals)

Again… amazing poetry performance.

Best I have seen.

Crazy?!?

Yes I know I am.
I tend to be far more patientĀ with those that capture my attention than I probably should but EFFORT matters to me. oh, how the smallest of things make my heart flutter. Ā Life has thrown me so many curve balls and tested me more than the average person. I mean I wasn’t even supposed to be here.
Those that know my inner thoughts think I am walking down a dead end road. Im so thankful hubby supports my choices to wait things out. I kinda thought this might be a dead end road when I first set foot on this path. but i took a chance, one I am thankful for, i almost missed the turn. But some adventures are unmapped, calling out to our souls by name, and making no promises at what we might discover, the enormous joy or even new lessons learned about ourselves. IF this adventure turns out to be just a dead end road,Ā i can say the last 5 months i have smiled and laughed brighter than i have in a while and I will simply pick up my mess and keep moving forward with fond memories to add to my story. I hope to add much more to this adventure.. all in time but until dust can settle, and bridges are secured enough to cross safely, I’ll enjoy the adventure.Ā 

Texts …..posts….. any effort… It’s the smallest things that makes me smile…..

cumsumedbyhim:

mr–echo:

ladynpink:

Pretty fades. What lies underneath is what will forever be there. Invest in someone’s underneath not their pretty.

I can’t ♄ this enough

Over this weekend I couldn’t tell you how many times he said I was pretty. I won’t lie, I love being told I’m pretty. But you know what got me, made me smile like a fool and got me a little wet. When he looked at me and tapped me on the temple and chest and said, ā€œI really love your mind, the way you think and your sweet heart.ā€

^^^^^^^^^ALL THAT…..

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