My Heart’s Desire

My Hubby and I on our wedding day.

Here is my hubby and I. I love this man more than I ever conceived possible — and I do not say that lightly. We are coming up on our very first wedding anniversary (March 22nd) and it is causing some true reflection to take place inside of my head. Every time I look down at my wedding ring, or catch a glimpse of him smiling beside me, I am reminded of my heart’s greatest desire.

If someone would’ve told me at 15 that my dream was to one day become a wife and mother, I would’ve laughed. Back then, the only dream I had was playing basketball and having a successful career in something I loved. I didn’t quite know what it was, but I knew it had to make me a lot of money and provide for my every want in life.

Isn’t it funny how our wants change?

The past 4 years have shaken me to my core and changed who I am. After meeting the love of my life (and a few traumatic events in between) my goals and outlook on life have changed drastically from what they once were. I’m actually currently finishing one of those goals from back then (getting a Bachelor’s Degree!) and now realizing that this may not ever serve me. I may not ever step foot into a classroom as a teacher.. and, for the first time in my life, I’m okay with that. I’m realizing that just because I’m accomplishing a goal doesn’t mean that I am obligated to live the rest of my life by that accomplishment.

Right now, it takes all that I have to sit through the lectures and classes knowing that my heart is at home. Don’t get me wrong, I love children. I also love education and the idea of teaching. Who knows, there may be a point in my life that I do decide to get a job and teach. I may even teach a few years before coming home full-time! I’m honestly not sure where the course of my life is heading, I just know that my heart’s greatest desire is to be a home, serving God, being a wife to my husband, and being a mama to our future babies.

Hey, a girl can dream, right? I’m still uncovering the plans, after all.


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