wish i had words not worries

as much as i'd like to "blame" my schedule,
as much as i'd like to "blame" lack of sleep,
as much as i'd like to "blame" stupid stomach,
i must say, babe, it is you.
i can't speak.
congrats. i can find no words. not even to write,
the ones that have been coming in the last week and change
are simply inadequate.
you'd think it's just your hand but it's so much more--
you're trusting me
~
your hand, so perfect and small, returning my squeeze
as you wink at my gaze. and though i still worry
a lot, much more than i should, about our hopeful
future together, can't help but remember where we
were a year and a half ago. incredulously...how did we
get here? we don't even know. keep in prayer, submit
to the LORD. if lacking mutual submission, our future
will fail, since stride for stride we must match Him.
LORD God set our path--provide.