Today
is my 23rd anniversary.
After I
divorced my first husband and had to move back home, I prayed and
told/asked God that if I'm supposed to get married again, He'd have
to bring the right man to me because I was not going to look for a
husband. But if I was supposed to get married, I would like him to
be responsible, dependable, hard-working, diligent, faithful, honest,
educated, have manners, love me and my son, and be a good father to
my son. I added that it would be nice if he was good-looking enough
that I wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen with him in public and
really cool if he was 6'3” tall.
I got
everything I asked for and even more good things than I ever could
have imagined. He is actually handsome, and is also 6'3” tall.
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