Fluttering of Feathers

There are moments where being

In love feels like flying,

Soaring high above tree tops

And chasing the sun –

Other times it’s found in the

Mundane, the routines,

The ebbs and the flows of

All that it means to be human,

More of an existence

Rather than a fluttering of feathers.

But most often, it’s

A hand to hold or squeeze,

A face to kiss goodnight

And good morning as

The sun sets and rises,

Knowing that no matter how

Or what or why,

They are always there

To stay.

[image error]Attended our first wedding as a married couple!

I’m overwhelmed by all the love I have for this man. I love him all the time, but there are moments where it hits me harder than others. I’m thankful for that though, it helps remind me not to take him for granted.

Zac, I love you, and I look forward to spending the rest of my life in your arms and in the arms of our Heavenly Father.

[image error]Steven Schultz Photography

You make me so proud to be your wife.