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Jake.


 There is this man in my life.
He's smart.
He's funny.
And he's cute.
Cliche, right? But I tell ya, it's true.

Bam.
Although I still haven't listed off even half of the things that make him so wonderful.
He is my closest friend.
He loves Jesus,
and he is awesome
(still haven't said everything, jsyk).
Today is his birthday and tomorrow I will have been officially dating this man for one month.
Let me tell you, this month has been awesome.  And the months before that when we weren't officially dating have been wonderful. And the months before that when we were just friends who enjoyed each others company (a lot) were so good and pleasant too.
Not without challenges,
but good.

Right now, I'm missing this man.  He's on vacation with his family and I'm here at home but this time has been really kind of sweet in it's own way.  Even though I miss him, I can admire and appreciate from afar.
I certainly have plenty to muse on. . .

There's the fact that he prays for me and I can see the effects of it in my own life and heart.
There's the way he looks at me.
There's the way he holds my hand.
There's the way he sends me Bible verses that he's been meditating on to encourage me .
There's the way he wants me to love the Lord more than I could ever love him.
There's the way I've seen his heart grow closer to Jesus even over these last months.
There's how he plays guitar.
There's his desire to serve God and people.
There's his desire to serve God and people with me.
There's his desire to honor me.
There's his amazing insight and wisdom.
There's his steady head and heart when mine are flying off the handle.
There's how he puts his arm around me.
There's how he laughs at my dumb, nerdy jokes.
There's how he tells me he is so happy he has me.
There's how he is such a gentleman.
There's how he laughs when he's laughing hard at something.
There's how he gets teary when he's been wounded or touched.
There's how he speaks the truth when it's hard to hear.
There's how he speaks the truth when it's easy to hear.
There's how he loves me with the love of Jesus.

I could keep going on a while but I won't do that here.  The point is, there's a man in my life that got there through no plan of my own who then proceeded to politely make a place for himself in my heart.  I am extremely blessed by this man.

Happy Birthday, Jake. 
I couldn't sum you up in billion words; there would still be more good things to say about you even after that. So I'll stop here and just thank Jesus that you are in my life, ask for Him to grow your heart and that he would help me bless you tremendously as you have blessed me.
I look forward to life with you.

 

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