Tom Brady Ain’t Got Nothin’ On Him…lol!

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R They said my husband looks like Tom Brady. He’s even been called Justin Timberlake, Robin Thicke, Adam Levine, but my favorite is Jon B! Ha! My cousin, til this day, affectionately calls him Jon B. I personally don’t think he looks like any of them. In fact, I believe my man stands in a league of his own! Hands Down! No Competition! He is a special type of handsome. Fine from the inside out. A work of art. A masterpiece—one of God’s most precious creations! Sent to me from heaven above.

Came into my life when I least expected his arrival. If you have been following our story, you know that we met at work. Dated for a couple of months. Then, we were married. I would like to add that we kept our work relationship strictly professional—meaning we never spoke to (or even acknowledged) one another at work! So, no one knew about our relationship. Not until, I wore my engagement ring on the last day of school! It’s funny because we had the whole building buzzing! Ultimately, I transferred to another school so that we could keep our personal lives separate from the workplace. That was seven years ago…we’ve been rockin’ together since then.

Words cannot express how blessed I feel that he chose me to be his wife. My husband is my lover. My #1 homey. My rollie. My Ace. The kind of friend that Proverbs 18:24 speaks about—one that will stick closer than a brother.

Such an incredible man that has shown me unconditional love since day one. There were times when I pushed him away because I was too scared to let my guard down! Yet, he never let me go.

I couldn’t believe that a love like this existed in REAL LIFE. You know what I mean? Cause every time I turn around I see another failed relationship. Another divorce. And after experiencing my parent’s divorce there was a part of me that stopped believing in healthy relationships. I guess that’s why I gave him a hard time in the beginning (hence, the part of his story when he said I would show him something of myself and then work to lose him).

It took a long time for me to open my heart to receive this kind of love. The real thing.

God put my husband in my life to show me His love for me—a manifestation of Christ’s love in the flesh! I am so glad that God brought us together.

We have been through a lot. Ups and downs. But through it all we are happily married…and we intend to keep it that way.

‘Til Death Do Us Part.

With Christ at the center of this marriage, we cannot fail.

Signed, MrsMKauthor

O In some of my earlier posts, I’ve talked about how broken I was before meeting my husband. I read a quote somewhere that said: “Sometimes the bad things that happen in our lives put us directly on the path to the best things that will ever happen to us.” Reminds me of one of my favorite love stories in the Bible: Ruth and Boaz. If you ever need some encouragement or a glimmer of hope, I suggest you read the book of Ruth. It is a quick read (only 4 chapters).

Ruth went through tough situations. Her story is one of triumph—how she went from being widowed, a stranger in a new country and then miraculously a beautiful bride to the man of her dreams (Boaz).

Her story confirms that blessings will find you—check this out (Ruth 2:10-12):

10 At this, she bowed down with her face to the ground. She asked him, “Why have I found such favor in your eyes that you notice me—a foreigner?”

11 Boaz replied, “I’ve been told all about what you have done for your mother-in-law since the death of your husband—how you left your father and mother and your homeland and came to live with a people you did not know before. 12 May the Lord repay you for what you have done. May you be richly rewarded by the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge.”

God works through people! This passage of scripture goes to show that God will send the right person (or people) into your life to bless you in His timing. Doesn’t matter what the situation is: whether you are praying for a spouse, a child, healing for your body, a financial breakthrough…it doesn’t matter. I am a living witness! God is able!

God can turn any situation around. Give your life to the Lord! Trust Him! Have Faith! And know that all things work together for good to them that love God (Romans 8:28)!

W Romans 8:28 New International Version (NIV)

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

D Dear God,

Sometimes life is hard. Especially when you go through trials and tribulations and you have no idea of how things are going to work out. You have promised us in Your Word that ALL things work together for our good. Teach us how to walk in that promise. Help us to believe that no matter what, You have our backs and will work things out for us in Your timing. You have answered my prayers and blessed me abundantly. I pray that You will do the same for my brothers and sisters who are reading this post.

In Jesus’ name,


This YouTube version of the story is lengthy, but I liked it. Grab some popcorn and enjoy!

His Side of Our Story: Dinner, Pocket Combs, & Inside Jokes


*** And so, our story continues…from my husband’s perspective.

That Friday after work, we met at the restaurant.

She had come directly after work and seemed hesitant. Her hair was cut into a bob and kept swinging over one eye. A rowdy after-work crowd was growing around us including a table immediately to our left.

“Are you guys on a date?”

The confident man standing over our table interrogating us also had a bob that was swinging over one eye. When he had walked into the restaurant, we had termed him “Justin Bieber.” Before his brazen question, I  had seen him in the men’s bathroom hogging the mirror and swooping his bob just-right with a pocket comb.

“Yeah, what’s up here?” Said a diminutive gentleman hugging to his side who we had ceremoniously dubbed “crawfish”.

Crawfish seemed to know that Justin Bieber was the alpha male of the two and was full-on wingman to the seductive powers of his hair. Or so, I guessed from my place at the table.

Previous to them walking over, a young lady who was part of their table had run out of the restaurant crying.

Now that they had warmed up, they made themselves comfortable hovering over us.

“We are both lawyers. What do you guys do?”

“We are teachers on a professional outing.”

“Oh, so this is not a date?”

“Me too. Thought it was date,” Crawfish chimed in.

“It is not, we are just talking.”

The trial team of Justin Bieber and Crawfish had set on us and were determined to unravel our first date before we even got started.

It is possible that another man might have been threatened by this dastardly team of young lawyers, but I only hoped they would leave to spare themselves any more embarrassment because it was obvious they were making a show of trying to pry my date, my future wife, away from me and to whisk her away into the night led by the glint of Justin Bieber’s trusty pocket comb.

Admittedly, at the time, I did not know my future wife all that well. However, I understood intuitively that Bieber and Crawfish had no chance. Not to mention, they had already been transmogrified into inside jokes. They were jesters beside our table and I was hoping we could get back to our conversation.

The more we talked, the more interested I became in the woman across from me. She was different. She was soft and yet blunt, funny but not cynical or self-deprecating and could handle being deep and still light.

It seemed the only way to keep talking was to leave, so I got up to pay the check and while waiting for the tab, my future wife absconded out the door.

I paid the check, pushed my way through the crowd and caught up with her outside.

And catch up with her I did. It seemed that for the next six months I was chasing after her, following her out of doorways and following her across bridges and paths that all led to a new and unknown place. She would show me something of herself and then work to lose me. But, love ran us both down. Love is pushy like that.

And, after six months, including about one month trapped inside together during a snow storm, we were married.