Night before last last I laid in bed and cried.
Now...before you guys get all up in arms...especially those related to me, you should know know they were happy tears.
I cried because my sweet husband held me in his arms and asked me why I never gave myself any credit for being smart or pretty or wonderful.
He held in in the darkness as he told me how important I was and how much I was worth not only to him, but to our family.
Trust me, I didn't cry even a quarter of what I wanted to; however, I let silent tears roll down my cheeks wishing I could bury my face in the pillow and release all the poison that had been built up in my system for so long-all the negative thoughts, ideas, and comments that rattle inside my brain. Instead I allowed my slow tears and my bursting heart to purge the negativity.
I'm not sure I've really thanked God properly for my husband...but I did that night. I sure did!
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