With Love, Mr. & Mrs. Kang.

i f  t h i s  i s n 't  l o v e, 
t h e n  i  d o n 't  k n o w  w h a t  i s
 Rachel Marie Kang

he holds me, and i watch his chest rise & fall

each silent breath he draws

making me fall in love all over again

and he is like a dream come true

i wonder, does he know it?

he is the colors after the rain, arched over my soaking wet day.

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​we said "i do" six short months ago.

we stood on that altar, made our vows before God . . .

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​romised to love each other through the good . . . and even through the bad.

​and God has it been bad.

bad and hard and messy as i've ever had it.

let me tell you 'bout it.​

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our first six months together and we've already had days when we've wondered where our next meal would come from. he's already loved me through my first break down . . . the kicking and screaming, all-hell-breaking-loose kind of break down. we take turns squashing cockroaches. that's my least favorite part . . .

we've given up everything we once held dear. left behind belongings, turned down successful prospects . . . all to follow the dream in our minds and love in our hearts. all to start a LIFE together. it's been lonely. living in a new town, in a new state, with our family and friends, hundreds of miles away. 

we've given a couple of silent treatments. sometimes i yell too much. sometimes he doesn't speak at all. i've sat by his bedside, laying my cold hand on his burning forehead. he came running to me, lungs out of breath, the day i told him i'd been hit from behind in our car. and he's rubbed and rubbed and rubbed the knots out . . . he's massaged every ache and pain. and even when he doesn't fix it, at least i don't feel so broken anymore.

he has seen every scar, every stretch mark, every blemish on my body and still calls me beautiful. i have opened my heart, spilled my soul naked. he has loved me through each trembling, wary breath . . . our bodies making vows, catching up to the ones we made with our hearts that day on the altar. and as much as i've wanted to run, i could not . . . i did not . . . i WILL not.

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if this isn't love, then i don't know what is . . .

​you want a hollywood movie? a scripted scene of love? the coming together of two perfectly sculpted bodies? a dreamy proposal with flowers as clouds and an angel as cupid?

our love is not picture perfect. our STORY is not perfect. it's not all 12 red roses and a box of gourmet chocolates. 

but. it's good. 

H E  I S  G O O D.

I   A M   G O O D.

and we thank our good God who has keep us in His goodness.

​so ​. . . 

i'll take a rain check on the truffles

​ and trade my $13.00 movie ticket for a netflix marathon.​ all i want and all i need to celebrate tomorrow are his

 strong, wide-open, warm 

​&​

 loving arms. 

th​ose​ arms that hold and hug and heal ​
. . . making me fall in love all over again.​