Let me explain.
The short version is ...
... I AM GETTING MARRIED.
To the most wonderful man in the world.
And we are very private.
But the time has come for a blog post about my husband-to-be.
(Mostly because last weekend, the weekend he asked me to marry him, he said something like this: "Do you think I will make the blog now? I mean, you blog about books a lot. But not me." Touche. But I mean -- it's books. :) )
The thing is, I don't really know what to say. As I wrote in my Facebook post when I announced our engagement, Jane Austen wrote, "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."
Mr. Knightley had it right.
When you have a love of this magnitude, simple words won't do.
And I'm a words person.
This is Joe Kraft (and me, duh).
He is my fiance (what?!), and I don't deserve him.
He is loyal. He is honest. He is open. He has a huge heart. He is hard working. He is giving. He does everything for me.
I have no idea why, but exactly a week ago today, in a beautiful spot on a beautiful night, Joe asked me to marry him.
I said, "Of course I will." (Really quickly before he changed his mind.)
And we are getting married.
I could say so much more. I have so much more in my heart. But there just aren't words for it. Or if there are, I don't know them. At least not right now.
I'm sure I will write a longer post in the future. There is more to say about being single, and waiting for God to send you the right person, and trusting God, but those posts will come.
Today, though, on the one week anniversary of our engagement, all I have is this:
"Love, true love, is magic. Not just any magic. The most powerful magic of all."
(And, Story ... I think the clock started in Huntington again. Finally. It's 8:16.)
#happilyeverkrafter
(#thankyousarahnavy)
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