I have decided that integrating myself with my Beloveds family might not be as easy as I want it to be. Some times you just meet people you might not like. :) It's a process, and it might take a while for his family to get to truly know me, just as it might take a while for my family to truly know Blair. I'm just waiting for the day they all try to surprise him with something and he completely flips out on them. My Beloved is not the biggest big surprise person. He likes plans. He likes to know things. :)
I would also like to take a second to talk about some of the gifts I received. There were a few good ones that I know I will never forget. A yellow Keaurig that I did NOT think any one would buy for me, I love it! And I am already making good use of it. Those same sisters in law (who are probably the only two that really read what I write) made me a picture for my marital bedroom. Remember that time I went on and on about bible verses in my bed room? They remembered that, and crafted for me a sing that says "I am my Beloved's and his desire is for me." I might have teared up at that. That people read these little words means so much to me. Love in action. :) My Aunt gave me tiny squirrel salt and pepper shakers, the weight of this goes back to when I was probably 14. I got a cross stitch from the sister of the young man I work with, and their mother was there, even though I knew she was hurting. It is a testament to how much they love me.
You might also recall a post about butterflies. And the song that goes along with those thoughts and feelings. I had a friend give me a photo album with those lyrics written in the front cover (once again proof that someone reads this). I had yet another friend give me a candle holder that says (As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." I'm a sucker for the sentiment. If it makes me cry, I'll never forget it.
A beautiful young woman also gave me pictures. Pictures of me, of my Beloved. We played together on the train tracks, and she caught a couple of amazing photographs of me and my Beloved. I love those pictures. I love her more. She was there, and that was the best thing since sliced bread.
Blessed is not strong enough word to describe how I felt this weekend.It's a weak word. It doesn't even begin to cover it. Even now I want to drop to my knees and thank the Lord that He provides me with such amazing wonderful loving people.
To those of you who came out, thank you, you are treasured, and may God bless you for the influence you were in my life.
I'm including in this post a song that has been stuck in my head for the past three weeks. It just touches my heart, and makes my heart happy. I hope it does the same for you. :)
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