Remember the butterflies

I remember the butterflies. The excitement over experiencing something new with my husband. The first time holding hands, a kiss, the agony over waiting until our wedding night. I remember how a day without seeing them felt like it would never end and how all I wanted was to be with him all the time….

Never too late to wait..

Before you judge this by the first paragraph or the title and click that X on your tab thinking “this is some narrow minded Christian trying to push her beliefs on us” Because that’s not it. I’m going to share my point of view, what I believe is a great one as of a matter…