I tend to make a big fuss about birthdays. I figure, if I don’t celebrate myself, who will? As for Jave, growing up in Jamaica, birthdays were never a big deal for him and he’s never given them much thought. So for the past seven birthdays he’s celebrated here in the U.S., I’ve tried to make up for lost time by making him feel extra special on his personal holiday. More
During our recent trip to Panama and South America, for no reason in particular, I got to thinking about all of the many journeys Jave and I have been on together since getting hitched well over 7 years ago, and I got to thinking about just how fortunate I am to have him, not only as my husband, but as my built-in travel mate. More
On Easter morning, I woke up early to do a bit of house work and to prep a salad (our small contribution) for lunch at my parents’ house to celebrate our most precious holiday. As I washed dishes, I thought about how much fun Jave and I had celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary, which fell on Good Friday this year, with a short staycation out in the OC (a post will follow soon).
I love my husband with all of my heart. My love for Jave is based on a decision that I made when we got married, that no matter what life throws our way – whether it’s wealth, poverty, sickness, or health – that I will stay committed to him no matter what until death comes between us. And to clarify, by “no matter what”, I mean that I will hold true to my commitment as long as Jave holds true to his end of the bargain by remaining a faithful and loving husband. More