Although our love began in a questionable time and space in both our lives, neither one of us has ever been able to say we loved life until we found each other. Everytime I look at my husband I smile and thank God for allowing us to be.
We're broken but fixable. Everyone that came and went had their chance and decided we weren't good enough to fight for or love. All we had left before we met was residue from our past. A small amount of hope that finding the right person was still a possibility. He makes me so mad and I'm sure I provoke him but we are us, we are one. I love him and I've never had to wonder if he loves me. His actions tell me everything I need to know.
I married my best friend and finally I'm content. My children, our children are content knowing the man that loves their mom also loves them. Our last two babies are the perfect example of us blended together, goofy like us and beautifully crafted by the most high.
We had to let go of our painful pasts in order to be able to accept the present and now our future is together. Almost 7 years later and still in love like time ain't went by or like arguments never happened and feelings never got hurt? People smile at us because we still walk holding hands. Yes, in 2019 we still hold hands. I went from wondering why he likes me to embracing every moment with him like it could be the last.
We pray that our last breath is taken together. The evidence of God is in my marriage. Just because something starts off wrong doesn't mean it's never gonna grow into what the creator wants it to be. The Bankstons are living proof of that.