i wrote this for my love

what if you couldn't
say
"i love you"

what would you do for me
and
i for you
if we couldn't
say
"i love you"

would you
pick me a bouquet
or
kiss my forehead?

i promise,
i would lay with
you
and
hold your hands

cause love
is not
always what you
say
but what
you do

though
i cannot help but
say
"i love you"

honesty

dear future husband,
this is a picture of me when i was one. see the way i'm sprawled out, mouth open, not a care in the world. i still look like that when i sleep, and it's only fair that you know what you'll be marrying.

love, mandy

this is for my "Him"

can you
measure feelings?
what if
mine
and yours
are the same element
but different weights
this is
nothing i fear
but something
i wonder
does
not
matter
because they will
all
bleed
together


via

i just want

i just want to make nice things and have a nice husband and be happy.

my saturday: the one with the girl in a floral printed skirt, drinking peach-apricot tea, while writing letters to her future husband.

 it was a lovely sunday. honestly, i wasn't expecting it to be so lovely. it almost felt like winter was skipped right over and spring had arrived with the sun shining thus bright. i wore my floral skirt to church and finished 'Hosea' in the morning. i ate breakfast out of my homemade ceramics bowl miss bella gave to me during the holidays.
god has been teaching me an abundance of things lately. i am so thankful and in awe of it all. he's been showing me patience and the bigger picture. the one that's not always so easy to see. not to mention i'm falling head over heals for the book of Hosea. it's pretty romantic if you ask me.
i ended my day with letters to my husband and lists of what i wanted in my house. dreaming of copper kettles and big, sunlit kitchens.
i'm off to bed.

happy week.