He promised he'd be my biggest cheerleader. That he'd be the one clapping the loudest, the one yelling the loudest, and the one in the center of the arena with me. He promised to hold my shaking hand, he promised to always nod his head yes at me. He promised to sing that anthem in my ear a little louder on the grey days.
He promised to make me a better person. He promised to help me keep my eyes pointed forward. He promised to help me stay focused, he promised to help me take bigger, scarier, more exhilarating steps. He promised to always have one hand on my back pushing me ahead.
He promised to love my little boy. He promised to mentor, to guide, to whisper soft encouragement. He promised that he'd be there on the in between days, the bad days, and the thank God that this is our life days. He promised to help me raise him up in love, in compassion, and through the fire.
He promised Sunday breakfasts.
He promised honesty.
He promised to push his fingers through my blondish hair, and he promised to never run.
He never promised me perfection. Instead, he promised slow conversations. Hard conversations. Faithfulness. Assurance. He promised to live to a drum beat that only we can hear.
And I'm no expert, but those sound like pretty great vows to me.
ETA: Not married yet, mom. ♥️
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He saw her before he saw
anything else in the room.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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