Never taking for granted, the seeds that I planted.

I know this might sound crazy but i really do count her wins as my blessings. Like if all the good that God has planned for my life went to making sure she gets what we pray for then that’s okay by me. I heard God’s voice this past summer. Felt his presence. And get reminded very often recently the wonders he can work. Every time we are in desperate need of something to work out it has.

Never packing up the tools it takes for me to work at her grasses.

God went unnecessarily Crazy on her design. She rivals pure beauty. She’s what seeing the Sagrada Familia for the first time feels like. She’s like sunsets over the Annapurna Mountain Range. She’s like the full moon that left me stuck in my tracks on Matipwili community phase. Superlunary. Empyrean. She’s like the first bite on a perfectly seasoned dish… but she’s also like every bite thereafter tasting even better than the last

She’s The Ginger Bread who I hope bakes well from my love’s sweet molasses.

I’m trying to master patience. I’m trying to master the man God wants me to be. A man she could be proud of. A man that leaves the world enriched by me having lived in it. I’m trying to sit with my pain and understand why I feel the way I do. I want to be bigger and better than it though. The pain that is. I want to love her how God loves her. And build her the way she deserves to be built. I’m grateful to all the goes right in her life. however, small the wins may be seeming I know that they are massive. That she’s shining amongst darkness. That she’s stepping into her purpose against all odds. She is divinity.

Tryna have me a lifetime of treats handful of her perfect a**.