My heart began to beat as I stood at the front door of my parents home, anticipating my cue to open it and step out. I pushed back behind my ear a strand of hair escaping from underneath my sheer veil, I gazed down at the lovely bouquet of flowers I made and as I gazed at them, I began to smile knowing that this day was not like any other day, what I was holding was not like any other bouquet and this dress I was wearing was not like any other dress! 

 I turned slightly to my right to gaze at myself in the mirror and admire the dress that was lovingly handmade for me and that I also designed myself, a dress that symbolized the promise I made to my God to keep myself for the man that He created for me...

 I looked around at my childhood home and sighed a sigh of satisfaction that I also fulfilled the commandment of; "Honor your father and your mother...", as I stayed underneath their covering until the age of 26, where now I will be moving out of the home of my childhood and into the covering and home of my soon to be husband!

 My dreamy state was quickly startled by my cue... I walked out the door, down the steps of the porch my daddy made himself and down the dirt path to where my husband to be was waiting for me, he also wearing all white as he made a promise to wait for his wife... after 13 years of waiting, his wife was coming down to meet him to be his wife.There we stood before God and Man and I made a vow:

To be a Crown of Glory on His head, and never a thorn in his side.

 After my Pastor married us in the presence of our families and friends and above all, in the presence of God Himself we finally had our first kiss... Our very FIRST Kiss... we never once kissed eachother until that day, we held hands and hugged yes, but never a kiss...

 Oh! The whirlwind of sweet joy to feel his lips against mine, to know that finally... I am my Beloveds and my Beloved is mine! After our first kiss I realized, we were in for an Adventure like no other...

 Leaving my parents home was quite an adventure in itself! As we arrived in my new home in Honolulu, Hawaii I felt an overwhelming sense of homesick! I began to cry, but I only allowed myself to cry for a few minutes (and my darling husband did his best to comfort me), after those few minutes I stopped and never cried (homesick) ever again, I made a decision, "I am not a married woman, and a married woman I shall act like... This is my life now and I will fulfill my vows as his wife to the fullest!", I never looked back!

 When I created this blog, I did so not only to share my love for crochet, rustic crafts, photography and light hearted subjects, but to also share the joys of Wifehood! What a difference it is to love your man and loving the Godly role of being a wife and his helpmeet!

There is no other Royalty as a Wife who is the Queen of Her Home!