When I was a little kid my dad was in the army and so when he came home from work, he was always in his camis. Throughout my entire life, I always imagined a husband coming home in camis. When I was in middle school, I thought about marrying the perfect man, who to me looked like a scruffy ken doll, and it scared me because he was too perfect, with the dimples, the blue eyes, the sandy brown hair... Then I imagined the still perfect scruffy ken doll sitting on the couch, being a lazy bum and watching football, and I thought to myself 'that's the kind of guy I'm gonna marry." When I was in high school I imagined having two daughters and one son. And the they all had curly hair. So I figured, their dad must have curly hair. When I first started college I remember seeing a guy at church, a tall, buff, marine, completely surrendered to Christ in worship. And I thought to myself "I want a husband like that." A few years ago, I met a guy in a bible study, and I felt like we were meant to be friends because one day we would be family. I didn't often get the chance to talk to him but I'd make a point to say hello every time I saw him at church. One Thursday at church last summer, I came over to say hi to him and it was then that I met his cousin, Spencer. All throughout my life I'd come up with these little things that made up the perfect guy for me. There are even things I'd hoped for with his family. I wanted his mom to be someone I could go get my nails done with, or hangout with and have a girls day. I wanted his dad to take us fishing. When I think about how many hopes I'd had for a husband, or even just things about him that would make sense, I'm blown away by how all my life God has been painting for me a picture of Spencer. This sounds so incredibly cheesy but I always wanted a guy who would bring me flowers, make me laugh until I'd cry, talk to me about his love for God, justify my feelings but hold me accountable for my actions, look dang good in camo pants, lead me by example, text me with bible verses, stand up for me, dance with me, have curly brown hair, blue eyes and a ridiculously cute smile, love country music, want and be good with kids... There's so much more. I can't even begin to express how incredible God is for bringing me this very flawed perfect human being. Our love story was so evidently God breathed and I am so thankful for it. I'm so thankful for forgiveness. I'm so thankful for being reborn. I'm so thankful for the abundance of blessings that come from God. In so thankful for his grace and for the things I don't deserve. Even in my struggle and my distance, God still blessed me with his endless love and forgiveness. I feel so immeasurably blessed. Not only does the God of the universe love me and call me his own, he's blessed me with an incredible man to share this earthly life with, and to point me back to him. I ran out of words. Such Happy. So Feels. Very Thank you, Jesus.