At our house, we frequently discuss how weird we are. We have come to the conclusion that many people think we are weird. We are. Compared to our glitzy culture today, we are bizarre. One arena I am proud to be weird - my marriage. I have a husband who loves me unselfishly. Who comes home to me every night and wants to be home. Who provides for me. Who speaks kindly to me. Who loves Jesus more than he loves me. Who does not raise his voice. Who works hard. Who spends quality time with our kids. Who supports me. Who is still my best friend. Who has integrity. Who is honest.Three thousand, eight hundred and ninety days after my wedding, I like my weird marriage and hope to keep it that way. Thanks love for choosing me and being weird with me.
And here I thought we were the only ones that thought we were the weird ones! I see we are "weird" in comparable ways! :)
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