I have these images hanging up in our “studio apartment” as I type. I remember vividly when my husband proposed to me. We were literally in hell within the four walls of our Atlanta apartment and within our relationship. We decided to do the whole entrepreneur, move out our Mamas house thing with our son and it backfired! We argued, fought, and argued some more everyday. Chayden used to go in his room and go to sleep during our arguments. It was just ugly.
When he proposed to me, I said yes because he asked me. I didn’t want to say yes because I didn’t want to spend forever with a man I could barely talk to only argue with. Our sex life was nonexistent and our chemistry had disappeared but he still asked me to be his wife. It wasn’t until today that I realized that no matter what life has thrown at us, my husband has always bet on me, ALWAYS! He supports every business I’ve ever thought up, he’s loved me even while I was in love with someone else, and he’s asked me to be his wife even though I wasn’t giving him an inch of pussy nor was I making life any better by arguing with him daily. He still saw the bigger picture. And me being me, I just said ok and went along with it because that’s who I am 🤷🏽♀️. 9 years of love and almost 4 years of marital bliss later and he still bets on me. He still makes me feel like that 10th grade girl on Valentines Day getting the biggest bear, card and candy. He still keeps me on my toes. He still makes my toes curl 👅 and he still knows how to give me butterflies every time he looks at me. I blindly said yes and I’m glad that I did. I don’t know what life would be like without him or the life we’ve built together. Every season, every tear, every moment of fear and faith was worth it (kinda, that hoe phase of his almost took me TF out). So thank you Baby for seeing our future through the mess of our past. Thank you for seeing me. Thank you for loving me in all my forms. And thank you for always evolving to be the best you for me.
📸 @chuckrare 💛