I woke up this morning, happy. The birds chirping. The morning feeling of soft, cool breeze as I step outside.
My boyfriend had made breakfast, pancakes, eggs and some orange juice. It was peaceful. I hadn’t felt this level of peace in a long time.
He ran me a bath, left me cute little notes around the house so I could find during the day (it was a tough week) and went about his day.
As I take my bath, I am completely amazed at how well this man treats me. He listens to me, he encourages me, he supports me, he has no problems providing and protecting, he’s romantic, he’s thoughtful.
He doesn’t pressurize me into things I don’t want to do. He prays for me, he prays with me, he loves me, he’s a good man but above all, he’s a godly man.
I never thought a day like this would come, when a man would love me unconditionally for who I am. A man with whom I could let lose, a man who understands me. My guard was down. I had no problems being submissive to this man. A man who brought me nothing but peace of mind. A man I trusted.
I finished taking my bath and decided to make him food. I made his favorite meal. Shopped for his favorite beverages and snacks. I wanted to spoil him just as he thought of spoiling me that morning.
I set the table and my phone rings……
Lo and behold it’s my alarm. It was all a dream. Disappointed, I get out of bed and play somebody’s son by Tiwa savage as I proceed to sing “somebody son go find me one day” at the top of my voice while I chin up and read Isaiah 41:10.
One day at a time 