63 Days After My 29th Birthday

I've been trying to put pen to paper (or realistically have tried to type it all out) for the past year... and I have failed miserably every single time. I mean I did write the odd three posts in 2017...but my fearless moments became a lifestyle and life got so busy - ever changing with major shifts that I hardly got time.

I digress...around 3 years or so ago I had a breakthrough - I was at my most awake state - I had inner peace and I was still as restless as ever but with good vibes flowing from within ... I was ELECTRIC.

I met someone, that someone kissed me and exhilarated my being. He touched my heart in ways I never knew existed...fast forward almost 4 years, that stranger has become my husband. Even as I write this it feels so surreal, so strange and very much like FATE.

WHAT?

That's only a small part of the story, though. The real part is that I began to see the world differently yet again... and that in and of itself is a story... one that is begging to be told day by day. 

One of love, of happiness, of family and of the mundane. 


A story that demands and reveals that now I want exploded moments in this big wide world of wonders with a person that I trust with every fiber of my being. 

You, dear husband!

This journey that we have been on together and hopefully will share for years to come has been one of growth and change. 

I just turned 29 and even though I feel I’ve gained much life wisdom - your love reminds me that life is a wonderful journey and really... I actually don’t feel a day over 16. 

I love you...