Songs of Solomon 5: 10-16
My beloved is all radiant and rugged, distinguished among ten thousand.
His head is the finest gold, his locks are wavy, black as ravenHis eyes are like doves, beside springs of water, bathed in milk, fitly set.
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
I was watching the video of our wedding the other day - my day off while you were away at work. I watched my slightly tipsy, fun loving friend stand and make a toast to us. I had forgotten all that she said. All that she spoke of, when she and I had been in high school.
I'm just so truly and simply happy. Our baby was born over a week ago now, and I still can't get over it. I fell in love with you nearly a decade ago, and here I am, married to you, and finally bearing a child that we created. He looks like you-I thought that was a joke every time a new mother said that, but it's so true.
AJ and I met when I was just barely fourteen. I remember not liking him very much at first, but that soon changed. We met playing volleyball with our church group, and he soon became my youth leader. One of the first conversations we had was about our age.