For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.’
When he sells this…
To buy one of these…
Goodbye mountain bike… hello cruiser… 🙂
Today we have been married for two wonderful years. Many people asked how the first year of marriage was… “did you fight a lot? was it hard to get used to living with a boy/girl? was it difficult to mesh two lives together?”
Honestly, I can say that our first year of marriage was the best year of my life. It was a different kind of adventure than I’d ever had before. I’d tell people “I get to live with my best friend and have a sleep over every night.”
I’m not saying we’ve never had a disagreement and we don’t get on each other’s nerves sometimes… but overall the last two years have been such a blessing and I don’t know of anyone else I would have rather spent them with.
AL, I love you more than you know and you love me more than I deserve… here’s to the rest of our lives!
(Only three years until Massanutten!)
I love you, happy anniversary!
7 months to the day of when we began our adoption journey… and we’re officially on the waitlist! This is very exciting news. This means we’re done with paperwork and appointments (for now) and on to the important task of waiting… waiting to find out who our kids are… 2 boys? 2 girls? 1 of each? babies? toddlers? a kindergartener? God knows… but now… we wait. 🙂
They call this the 2nd trimester of adoption. The 1st trimester is all the paperwork, the 2nd trimester is the waitlist, and the 3rd trimester is life after referral where you run around like chickens with no heads trying to get ready for two kids. Fun times. 🙂
We couldn’t be more excited to be in our 2nd trimester!