This picture.
This is the picture that always comes to mind whenever I think of the season we were in when God decided to let Jonah come to us. Just a few days earlier, we had hung up these Christmas lights above our bed as a sort of headboard and it goes without saying that it heightened the romantic mood by a gazillion times for us that Christmas season. We were done with our schooling in San Antonio. We only had one test left to take come that Spring to be able to test out of having to take an unnecessary Spanish class. We were just working full time at Target and Best Buy and paying off our tuition from the previous 3 years. These were happier times. Now that we weren't actually going to school anymore but were just doing the 'normal' life, it had brought a lot more real-world, real-time realities that had been needed. We worked a lot and had pretty crazy schedules, sometimes the opposite of each other's, but it made us cherish the days off or any mornings and afternoons we had together. It was sort of a magical time. I remember we both felt like this was the highest point for our marriage so far. The Christmas lights weren't just Christmas lights that season. To me, they represented something far more at that point. They were a physical reminder of the love and warmth I felt to and from my husband in that specific season of our lives.
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AuthorSara is a left-handed, Peruvian-American, Gemini, millennial who has never said no to a delicious walnut & chocolate chip cookie. She loves reading, writing prompts, baking, photography, art, dressing up, thrifting, going out to a fancy dinner, and spending holy time with her two beautiful kids, husband, and two cats. A lit candle and a cup of tea at night is the life above all else. Last but not least, she will die on a hill for Taylor Swift. Archives
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