Today my fiance picked me up at 620. He drove us out to this rad spot. We climbed to the top of the coolies. He laid out a blanket, and we cuddled while watching the sunrise and sipping on freshly made coffee. He then proceeded to give me my birthday gift: a wonderfully crafted story of our journey thus far from his perspective. It was filled with loads of pictures and cute little commentaries. At the end he said, he can’t wait to fill this with every year that passes by. So fantastic. I am blessed.
Coffee dates, lazing around, birthday party, breakfast dates, lunch dates. I love my friends.
After not seeing you for a few days I cannot begin to explain the sheer bliss in your sweet embrace. I am so pleased you are home.
Ours is a word that brings me great joy. Used in the context of the future I cannot help but blissfully ponder its path. Hand in hand we walk towards something grand. A life together. A unity worth fighting for. My heart beats for you, this I know to be true. Purely pursuing, ours brings great promises entrusted by the King. Above all, ours is an offering to the kingdom. We lay it all down at your feet. Ours is a love wasted at your feet.