There are times when I look at my husband and think "Who is this man?" Sometimes I feel like I just don't understand him. I don't know if it's his not-so-broken English and all the cultural difference we have going or just the fact that he's a man. I'm a woman. We don't get eachother. A lot. I'm so thankful that he already knows I'm not perfect. He doesn't expect perfection from me. While he loves to see me strive and put my best foot forward. I have the freedom to fail. He still loves me.
But what's the best part of a disagreement? Making up of course! What Satan intended for evil, God intended for good. I sure am in love with this man!
6 comments:
Just saw you live in Virginia!!! I grew up there! (richmond, baby!)
Where's your husband from? My fiance is Mexican.
Thanks for your comments on my blog!! :)
So after looking around your blog for a few minutes it looks like your husband is Hispanic, right? From where? I can relate to the cultural difference thing :)
He's from Mexico! A latin romancer! haha
Ahh...what a great post!
This is so sweet!
love that last paragraph...the making up part def is nice - take that satan! ;0)
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