FROM THE HEART. . .

March was very eventful for my family and I. Good things arose and along with the good the bad has to surface its ugly head now and again, but I Praise God for it all because at the end He has been faithful to keep things at a steady pace.

I am still getting use to this marriage thing. I've learned that you can still maintain your own individuality and still be inseparable at the same time. Neither one of us have been married before, so we are both learning and determined to make this union work. Most importantly allowing God to work with the both of us with the key ingredients that are required.

We are totally different in so many ways, but have so much in common. My husband is a quiet man. One of those people who walks softly, says little, but he's a lot like E. F. Hutton. Every since we've known each other he has been like that. Although he's quiet, you can feel his presence in a room full of people. He wares a great sexy smile, but you never know what he's thinking lol. Sometimes I have to say to him "lets hear it" and laugh because I read his signals so well lol. I know when he's peeved or curious about something.

TO MY HUSBAND:

I love the fact that you said to me "I can only promise to give you the best of me." You never promised me the sunshine every day, money flowing like a river or perfection. In fact, you didn't promise to give the best of you every day lol (you know how I love word play). There's no way that anyone is capable of doing that, but I've seen you at your best, your worst and I know your past. Most importantly I've asked God to show me your heart. I love the fact that we have maintained the friendship with the love. I never made a promise to you because at the time I didn't know how. Today I can do it. I promise to give you the best of me because you have seen the very same things about me. I will continue to try and allow God to lead me in everything concerning you, me, us, and we. Forgive me for taking so long to tell you that I love you. You understood, you never pressed me, or question me about my feelings for you. You allowed me to move at my own pace.

Thank You for Being You. . .
I Love You. . .
Veronica Bailey