I listened to a funeral of a young father and husband
who was killed in a plane crash leaving behind a pregnant wife
and two children.
My heart broke as I listened to the beautiful talks which
were very faith-filled and hopeful despite the circumstance.
His darling wife shared some cute stories about their
courtship, marriage, and life together.
I felt so deeply for this family- especially his wife,
who lives across the country and whom I don't even
know, but feel a connection to.
Then I reflected on my own marriage to Christian,
and our life together.
There's no differentiating between my best friend and my husband
because to me they're the same person,
(and I have some very wonderful friends who I love dearly).
It's no secret that I'm a homebody and not much of the girls-night-out type.
And the truth is I'm going to pick time with Christian every time.
I like myself best when I'm with him because he lifts me up,
respects me, and genuinely wants to see me succeed and shine.
I am so thankful that we are still on this earth raising a family
and sharing a life together.
I'm so grateful we weren't separated by our accident,
even though I know death cannot split our marriage or love.
Christian and I are fiercely devoted to
each other always and forever,
(and our children can take that to the bank!).
"The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life."
