September 1, 2018 marked the first day of the rest of my life. It was the day that my love asked me to marry him. Like any girl I fantasized of the day that the man of my dreams would enter my life with a blazing trail of fiery passion and sweep me off of my feet. I had no idea that was actually possible… but it is… and it DID happened.
By the time my Daryl came around my heart was in protective custody. I’d endured a terrible breakup before him and I was on guard from any impending disappointments. I was just on the verge of taking my heart completely off grid when right in the middle of my despair he appeared, almost out of thin air.
I knew him, not personally but certainly through others and from a distance but I had no clue who he was destined to be in my life. I spent the first few months of our relationship in fear. Fear of what had happened before him reoccurring and fear of what was currently happening. I just couldn’t believe it.
Our engagement served as confirmation that being with him was hands down one of the greatest decisions I’ve made in life thus far. You know us girls get so excited about a ring and a wedding, but for me the moment he placed that ring on my finger I saw MY family, MY future, MY life. I saw that God had not forgotten about me but was in fact working on my behalf the entire time. The ring and him asking me to marry him made us family.
I can not begin to tell you all how happy I am to be marrying my best friend, my confidant, my companion. I pray that this post serves as a witness to you and your desire for love and marriage. Don’t loose hope.Put your requests before God and seek His perfect will.
Love,
Jenise La Vonne
