Rededication & Flowers

Flowers go a long way. 18 red roses go a little bit further =)

Love endures long and is patient and kind; love never is envious nor boils over with jealousy, is not boastful or vainglorious, does not display itself haughtily. It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride); it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly. Love (God’s love in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for is it not self-seeking; it is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes no account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong]. It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail. Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to belive the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything [without weakening]. Love never fails [never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end]. – 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a

The drama continues to unfold, but Tim got me 18 long-stemmed red roses tonight (because he wanted to!) and a beautiful card, and some of my favorite cookies. He has always had a talent with picking cards. I think I am going to like this courting thing. Things have disintegrated to the beginning, or maybe past the beginning. And I am still unrepentant. Don’t know why. Probably because of all the stubborn bones in my body. There are quite a few. The above underlined phrases are where I have been especially unloving. I would love to use the excuse that I am only human, and I am. But I was selfish, self-serving, and well, my patience ran out. I wasn’t exactly resentful, though in the past 6 weeks that feeling has surfaced. I felt unloved and went seeking consolation. Found it in the darndest of places. Pursued it despite warnings of good friends and common sense. It feels so good to be paid attention to, and shown love, and to know that someone loved me for me. And it’s easy to return love in that environment. Sabe? Unfortunately, we both know that it will take a lot more than some flowers and a card to fix things, but it’s a very good start. Tomboy that I am, I expect the man that I married to remember that I am a woman. Not to mention the mother of the apple of his eye.  

Oi-Vey!!!! Look at the time, we have an at-home date in an hour and I still have to clean. I hate cleaning. Once I get a job I am going to hire a maid.

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