We often mistake poverty as a lack of money but it’s not just about that. It’s about emotional brokenness. The lack of affection. The need to feel worthy and accepted by society as “good enough”. Every person I know has felt this way at one time or another. I live in emotional poverty. But as a child of Christ, I’m rich beyond belief.
It’s been a year since we spent our last night together before deployment. The photo on the left is from our last date before he left, and the on the right is our first kiss at homecoming after eight long months.
This year has gone by so quickly. I can’t believe that this time last year, we were in tears holding each other in bed, cherishing our last night together. Today, we are laughing with friends in our home watching football. Eight months apart taught us so much about how to love and appreciate each other. I am so lucky to be with a man that cherishes me, loves me, supports me, and cares so much for my happiness as well as his own. We have so much fun together and my heart swells when I look at him beside me in bed before we fall asleep. It’s been quite the journey to get here, but every step has been a wonderful learning experience that I wouldn’t choose to endure with anyone but Matt.
I can’t wait to see what the next year has in store for the two of us.