When we left our home in 2010 to move in with my grandmother, I felt as though my childhood had officially died, and my family with it. I love my grandmother very much. Losing my home, though, was something that affected me greatly. Throughout those years, James was my rock. Spending time with him was my home. It gave me something to hope for.
Now I feel more like myself than I have in years. I made pumpkin bread on Saturday. On Sunday, I made homemade pizza while listening to Super Hits of 1720. James didn’t even know I had that CD, that’s how long it’s been. I had forgotten how happy I get while listening to Pachelbel and Bach. Harpsichords just do it for me. Go figure.
My life has changed so much. Every day I wake up and thank God that I am finally married to James. I still can’t believe that it actually happened! I am so overwhelmingly happy.
Romans 8:28 We know that all things work for good for those who love God,who are called according to his purpose.
Tales from the Valley 