I love love

Always have, always will…

I love every single thing about loving and being loved…from the romance to the comfort and support a spouse offers. I love waking up beside him each morning and laying down beside him each night. I love that he is my best friend and knows me inside and out. I love when we can share a look or a word that no one else would understand but WE know what it means. I love how he can make me laugh more than anyone else. And I have to admit, I totally still write him love notes and hide them for him to find.

I just can’t help how much I adore love. Chick flicks, happily ever after’s, princes + princesses and incredible love stories where the guy swoops in, rescues the girl and they ride off into the sunset.

If we were honest, we all crave a fairytale and a happy ending don’t we? Think back to when you were a little girl watching sleeping beauty or snow white, weren’t there days after that where YOU pretended you were the princess? From that time on, we’ve all dreamed of having that fairytale romance. We dreamed of being the perfect princess and having the perfect prince to complete our perfect, happy story. I think God created us girls with a tender place in our hearts for that kind of love.

The problem isn’t wanting a fairytale romance but trying to compare your marriage and your spouse to those whirlwind romances in the movies.  How many times I’ve tried to step in for the Holy Spirit and “fix” my husband.  You know, because clearly I knew what needed fixing better than God.  I mean, I live with the man daily.  So many times I’ve been guilty of that myself, and I simply set myself up for disappointment and failure.  So many times I’ve been guilty of my heart motivations being far from where God intends.

Over the past few years God has softened and shaped my heart. He has shown me that I need to receive His love first so I can truly love my husband without unreal expectations. God has truly transformed our marriage. No matter what the situation, or what mess it may hold, he’s still my hero and I’m still his girl.

I am so thankful our love story has so many chapters left to be written in it.  As your love story is written by the author of love, you might just be surprised at the romance you find.    And just how much your husband does in fact resemble prince charming. I adore the beautiful God-scripted love story I have. 

A few years back i read a post from my friend Erika. She decorated her house for her boys for Valentines Day and she hung hearts all over the house that said “I love you more than…” I love that idea and am playing off of it for this post. Thanks E for the idea {love you pretty lady}!!!

I love you 3 more than…

outback (and i love it a lot…like a lot lot lot)
cheesecake coffee creamer
days spent in sweats
american eagle
photography
big fat hair buns
red velvet cupcakes
zumba
central pizza
biggest loser
my durango
coconut coffee
custom exhaust
chocolate
laughing
subway
buffalo chicken nachos
muddin’
walking
sunsets
all the stars
weekends
talking (and you KNOW how much i love this)
ice cream with sprinkles
t-shirts and jeans
little house on the prairie
Pepper
real world
fall
lazy days on the beach
dirt roads
ANTM
movie nights
intervention
summer nights
cowboy boots
blands park
truck pulls
mountain dew
my blog
the dixie chicks
project runway
4-wheelers
magazines
basically i love you more than everything in this world ♥

18 years ago today, my life changed.  I can still remember getting ready…doing my (big) hair, putting on my jeans and flannel and lacing up my boots.  Little did I know that night I was about to meet the one I had been praying for since I was a little girl. So many nights I spent on my knees, praying. Over the years the prayer changed from asking for prince charming to asking for a man that would simply treat me well. All those years God knew he was the man for me. He was my future husband.

I wasn’t quite sure what to think of this long hair and tattooed guy.  He was basically the exact opposite of anyone I had dated prior.  Which made my heart quietly sigh a hallelujah!  He was funny, oh so funny.  We would laugh for hours at absolutely nothing.  He was a little wild, which my Mama didn’t quite care for.  But most of all, he was so sincerely nice and he treated me with respect.

Our paths had crossed numerous times before that night. I can still remember the first moment that I saw his face…staring at me…from behind the pizza counter. And I turned to my friend and said “what in the world is this guy staring at”. I then promptly gave him a sassy look, spun around and left. Year after year we repeatedly kept resurfacing in each others lives. Until finally, I realized he seemed very familiar to my heart.

He stole my heart and our life journey began.