Self-Reflection Sundays: 4 years to 4ever!

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A little bit of my story is that I lived with my parents until I was 27 years old. Yes 27! That's when I finally graduated from college and started my teaching career, but that's another story for a different day. Growing up, many things were taken care of for me. I didn't share that often in responsibilities such as cooking, cleaning, etc. because my mom did a lot to take care of the house. Some might say I was privileged, spoiled, or sheltered but that's neither here nor there. I was now grown and starting my career, away from my hometown, which meant that clearly I would have to move away. Moving out by myself for the first time felt a little iffy. I had no clue how to adult by myself. Luckily, God made it so that I would have a roommate who took care of me like a sibling. I called it my own little halfway house before I was really ready to be out on my own.

While in my "halfway house", I started to date the most amazing man. I moved by myself soon thereafter, but only for a few months before this amazing man took me as his wife.

This past Thursday, July 2, my husband and I celebrated 4 years of marriage. I am amazed because I didn't feel groomed with a lot of "wife" skills. For a while, because of my past, I felt like I wasn't worthy of being anyone's wife ever. God had a different plan for my life.

Shelton is a strong, handsome, caring man. He is very hard-working and supportive; which is nothing less than what I've seen in my own father. To be able to leave everything that I've known; my home, family and friends, church, to become one with this incredible guy; it's so wonderful to be able to trust God with my life and for him to bless me with this special gift!

I am so honored to be doing life with this dude! Like, seriously. He fills in my gaps, he provides for me to the extreme, he loves me and our children. I'm eternally grateful to God for trusting me enough to enter into a great marriage!

To our circle, we love you and appreciate you! To my husband, cheers to four years, and to many more! I love you so much!




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  1. T.Ngaya87July 5, 2020 at 6:34 PM

    ❤️. I love y'all. I also understand a lot of where you are coming from with the feelings having gone from home, college (stayed with grandpa), home, and then with Ralvin. Never really on my own.

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    1. That's So HandyJuly 5, 2020 at 8:35 PM

      Love you too sis. You sure did. Wow! Yup I think I was on my own for 9 months

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