Holding your hand...

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I was sitting here on my computer, watching my husband watch football and these thoughts just came to my mind. So thought I'd share them...yeah I know it could be dangerous!

I don't think I'll ever grow tired of holding his hand where ever we go.

I love him, there is no doubt about that.

Our marriage isn't perfect, we have our struggles, but there is love and there is friendship.

Sometimes I can almost feel guilt for being so blessed in my marriage.

Love is a choice.

Marriage is work.

Why do so many give up?

We laugh together and enjoy eachother's company.

We cry together...well mostly I cry.

Did I say I love him?

I get sad when I see other marriages fall apart-especially christian marriages.

He's tender, loving and yet he is strong.

I love serving him. And I love it when he serves me.

Sometimes I do get angry with him.

Then he makes me laugh.

The depth of his love amazes me somtimes.

I never thought I'd know this kind of happiness.

I hold the record for the longest years being married in my family.

Even my mother.

It makes me sad.

We have Jesus in our marriage.

That makes all the difference.

We remember to have fun, even in the hard times.

I do love him with all that is in me.


  1. I love this post!! What a sweet expression of your love.

  2. This is a wonderful post. I'm so glad you have a marriage like this. I used to feel guilty about being a truly loved woman. I am so grateful to have a husband who is faithful and adores me.

    Beautiful, beautiful thoughts. Thanks!


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