Tomorrow I will have been married to the most amazing man
for 10 years. Honestly 10 of the best years I have been on this planet. Before Drew
life was well…. hard. I was a divorced single mom of 3 kids (Mik and Ben were 4
and Faith was 2) and living in a house I couldn’t afford. (Yet somehow God
always provided but that is for a different post) I had no intentions of dating
so I was clear that when Drew asked me to a casual dinner we were just going as
friends. I never admitted it to him I am pretty sure I was in love that night. Just
a week later I received a Mother’s Day card from Drew because he wanted me to
know what a great mother he thought I was. When I opened that envelope I was
positive I loved this guy. A couple months later we had a conversation where I questioned if he really knew what he was getting into. He told me...“Lisa, you wouldn’t be who you are, who I care
about, if it weren’t for your three kids. They make you who you are. And I love
that person.” That was the moment. The moment
that I knew either I was going to marry this man or have my heart broken beyond
repair.
I was guarded and proud. After all it is really at the core
of every chick flick right? Woman is down on her luck with children in tow.
Enters man on white horse, conflict, man rescues woman and all lives happily
ever after. I was proud and didn’t want to think I needed saving. The secret
was I did. I needed rescuing. Thankfully God had planned a little rescue
mission and blessed me with Drew.
One thing I am sure of in the midst of shame and pain God
brought me a precious gift; a man who loves me, my kids and is a good dad and
husband. He is my best friend and a perfect balance for me and my somewhat
eclectic personality. I know some of you are smiling right now because you know
me and exactly what I am talking about.
So…. He didn’t really come on a white horse instead in an
awesome sporty black Acura but the rest of the story is completely true.
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| Photo taken by Karen Feder Photography http://www.karenfederphotography.com/ |
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