She married young that first time...and try though she might, her heart would be broken. She had three pretty daughters and worked hard to provide for them all the things they needed.
Sometimes she would get tired.
But, she let herself dream...
She dreamed of finding true love someday. Of finding just the right man, a good and just man to give her heart to. After 17 years of waiting, and hoping and dreaming...
Of love, and family and second chances.
And somehow, God orchestrated the whole thing. You see, she had to decide to move back home, to pack up her stuff and move clear across the state. She had to start attending the little country church near her house...
where she fell in love with the pastor.
And he? He had to trust again, to let love in, to take a leap of faith.
They were married on 'Cowboy Sunday' and the bride wore boots. She'd never had a real wedding before. But now, she did. This is my dear cousin, Tonya, and I hope her story gives you one more reason to dream.
It won't be all roses and fairytales, this new life of theirs. Sometimes things will be hard, there will be misunderstandings, and hurt feelings. But there will also be love, and laughter, and good times. Lots of good times. There will be knowing glances, and friendship, foot rubs and warm embraces. There will be love. More and more love.
"Dream a little dream of me"...
