Thursday, February 02, 2006
Looks like we made it.
Look how far we've come now, baby.
I'm glad we didn't listen.
Look at what we would be missing.
They said, "I bet they'll never make it".
But just look at us holding on.
We're still together, still going strong.
You're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to.
You're still the one I want for life.
You're still the one that I love, the only one I dream of,
You're still the one I kiss goodnight.
I am blessed beyond your imagination. Or mine. God is so creatively good, and He has given me this man for this time of my life. I will never cease to be amazed at my Abba Father, or at this person that has chosen to stand by my side for the last twelve months.
. celebrate . `@ 12:33 AM