No Regrets

My husband and I have been married 24 years today. Twenty-four years ago, I was waking up, looking forward with a quiet peace and excitement to a life with this man. We have been together a long time, since middle school, and I know him like no other person. He is my best friend, my love, and my life here on this earth. There are no regrets. I would do it again in less than a heartbeat, and I know he feels the same. Happy anniversary, love.

4 thoughts on “No Regrets

  1. I love you, too! My heart skipped a beat when I first saw you in your wedding dress, and it hasn’t stopped beating for you since. You are the air I breath, the song I sing, and the life I live. I am looking forward to the next minute with you, the next day in your presence, and the future years by your side.

  2. I love you both so much and nothing makes me happier than to see how happy you two are together. May God bless you with many, many more happy anniversaries.

    Mom

  3. It’s funny how you can grow to love a famiy you never met. It’s funny how God can give you burdens and compassion for a country you’ve never been to, It’s funny how 1,283 mi, 20 hours 50 mins driving from my front door to yours is only seconds via email or txt. It’s funny how God puts people in your life to pray for and encourage you when you didn’t do any thing to deserve it. It’s funny how this Grambey feels such a kindred for family of God that I’ve only hugged in the spirit. Isn’t our God special to put all these fun things in to our lives. Bless you both and children too. Happy belated Anni and Valentines Day too. Love you all. B

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