I’ve talked about him before but since I’m trying to bring more awareness to my blog. Let me talk about him some more.

In my previous blog post *a lot can change* I talk about how I left the man I had a child with who I swore I was going to marry.

A few months after that, Nick and I met up after not talking for almost 4 years or longer. We matched on tinder so I could tell him if he wanted to find someone he needed to use some different pictures.

We met when I was like 13 or 14 on my grandmothers back porch. We’ve always had a connection but never thought much of it because of our age difference. I remember seeing him at a gas station when I was pregnant with Chloe, my mom said Thea, that boy really loved you. I kind of laughed and got irritated.

I know why it didn’t work out with other guys. Nick was designed by God himself to be my husband. He was meant to stand by my side in church on Sunday mornings. God knew how much of a mess I would be and he designed the perfect person to be able to handle that. He knew I needed someone to be able to ground me when my mind is racing in twenty different directions. He knew I needed someone who could make me laugh when I’m overwhelmed and in tears. He knew I needed someone who could tell the day I’ve had by just the way I walk into the front door. He knew I needed someone who would just walk up and put his arms around me and I would know that everything is going to be okay.

Sunday mornings though – Sunday mornings with my husband worshipping Jesus together. Sunday mornings are one of my favorite things in the world. I used to dread Sundays, that meant the weekend was over. I look forward to Sundays now because I know we’re going to be in church together. It doesn’t matter how crazy the week has been or how crazy even that morning before church has been – Sunday mornings in those seats with his arm around me bring a sense of peace.

If you knew us before, you’d probably laugh at the idea of us being in church. You’d probably say that was a Joke.

The person I’ve watched my husband grow into these past few months – is the person I’ve been praying for my whole life.

You have to find someone who knows every single detail about you but someone who also loves every single one of those details. You have to find someone who smiles when you tell them your ideas and the things you want in life.

Growing up, I always wanted the fairy tale wedding. The bigger expensive things. I’d blow our money trying to keep up with the Joneses, Nick wouldn’t care as long as I was happy. He still wears high school t-shirts and I thought we need a new wardrobe for every season.

I found my someone, it just happened out of the blue in a McDonald’s parking lot at 3 am one day. I found the one whom my soul loves. The one who will pray for me and pray with me. The one who matches my energy. I can’t imagine life without him and I can’t remember what life was before meeting him.

Lately, I’ve learned the joneses are broke. I wanna be The Yates. I wanna drive my nice car that’s nice because I take care of it, even though it’s not the newest model. I wanna go to church with my husband and kid on Sundays. I wanna start our garden, buy some chickens and other farm animals to put in our back yard.

I’ve found myself praying for our home. I’ve found myself thanking God for the blessings in our lives. I’ve found myself thanking God for our health. I’ve found myself letting go and trusting God’s plan.

Most importantly, I’ve found myself thanking God for my Husband and kid. 🤍