Roses, chocolate and pink cards are fine but those things aren’t happening this year. I’ll be satisfied with a hug from my dad in the morning. He’ll look at me like he always does and tell me how pretty I am…even though I always have serious bed head in the morning. I will march into the world and face the day. I’ll even wear red. Not because I’m taken…but because I love red and I look good in it.
I’ll admit…I have times just like Amber mentioned. But I should stop listening to the soundtrack of Moulin Rouge, put away the wedding magazines and stop glancing at furry wedding dresses. The Lord will send him when it’s time. Until then…I will do the next thing. (Oh my, Until)