I lie there, on my bed, wondering what it'd be like - meeting my her, courting her, asking her to marry me, our wedding, our life, our kids. I know it's not a guy thing to think about his wedding but I can't help but think about it.
As I wait for something I so desire. Something I can pour out my love to second to Christ. As I think, my desire for my own wife and family (specifically a daughter) grows stronger. It has just dawned on me that the phrase "a watched pot never boils"…Continue