Hon had a rough day at work yesterday, so I drove down to visit him when I got out. So as the last of the trick-or-treaters filled home, I arrived to bring a hug and some comfort (and the photographer's contract to be signed). It was only an hour, but it was so wonderful to be able to "come home" to him. Later as we hugged goodnight at my car, I found myself asking him, "Marry me tomorrow?" His head nodded above me in response.
I can't even remember how many times I've asked Hon that question. I don't know which is more difficult: the leaving or the waiting. Having to leave the comfort of his presence to drive home along empty roads or having to wait until marriage to kiss the man I love.
There will always nights when we want to share a large bottle of Ommegang over dinner, but can't because one of us had to drive. Nights when wedding planning and family make the JoP seem so very appealing. Nights when waiting until marriage seems impossible and cruel. But as Hon faithfully reminds me: "Yes, we want this. But we want it to be good."
And so we continue waiting. Our God is faithful to mold us, to train and prepare us, for the marriage that lies ahead. My hope is to learn to wait eagerly instead of impatiently.
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