I am sitting on my bed and I am just listening to my husband’s breathing.
My baby, so very tired.
He, had the hardest week working he ever had.
We are not fancy or have very interesting lives but, our past has brought us to Jesus and the peace that we longed for all our lives.
Is not like this all the time.
We have fights, misunderstanding but, in the end. Love and God, win!
I met my husband Toby in a go-go bar I was working in.
His usual bar was closed that night so, the closest one was one of the Clubs I worked in.
I found myself I interested in this very slim young man that could have been my son because he was NOT paying attention to me or other dancers. I liked that a lot.
I was tired of the stares the lust in man’s eyes and he was so refreshing.
During my break, I did something I never did before or after.
I, with the excuse to get a glass of water, stood on a bar stool next to his not as a dancer but as a woman.
He glanced at me with the corner of his hazel eyes, and I felt such innocence in him that a desire to hold him overcame me.
I fell in love.