I can’t believe its been 11 years since J and I got married. I still get butterflies remembering our wedding day.
I still remember how he proposed. We had went and picked out a ring awhile back and I wasn’t sure when he’d do it. We were on the floor of his Phx apartment packing up since we were moving to Chicago with his friends. He got up and said “hold on, be right back”. I stay there and finish what I’m doing. He comes back, sits on the floor and says “Kimberly, I love you, will you make me the happiest man in the world?” Of course I said yes.
We’ve had our challenges and trials from day 1 of getting engaged. But we’ve also have had the best days of our lives. As I look back and realize that some of those trials as much as I hated/disliked/couldn’t stand we had to go through them to make us stronger.
It does make me sad that I’ve not been able to bring children into our family in this time. I know the Lord is aware of my heart and my feelings. He’s made a promise and I know He will keep it.