The Other Side of the Wait

I had to wait twenty-four years for my first boyfriend, my first kiss, and my first romantic ‘I love you.’ But on the other side of that wait, God had prepared a man who was exceedingly abundantly above all I could ask or think. One of the many, many ways my Hubby blows me away is by writing me a poem every month on the 30th, in honor of our first date, 6/30/12. This is the one he wrote me at the end of last month:

We’ve been through fire, you and I,

And our love still remains;

We grow closer when we’re tried,

Love coursing through our veins.

We’ve had a famine, you and I,

Yet our faith grows stronger;

Lack shows us that we can get by,

Waiting just a little longer.

We’ve been waiting, you and I,

For purpose and guidance;

Heaving many heavy sighs

As we prayed for subsidence.

He’s been there with you and I,

Each day seeing us through;

I’m thankful for lessons applied,

But e’er more grateful for you.