December 1, 2011
How Homeboy and I Met - Chapter 1 

Cheesy, I know but I’m a writer. I’ve read enough love stories in my lifetime and figured I’d write one too. Except this one won’t be fiction. :)

After editing this, I plan to turn it into an actual book. You know….Shutterfly.com style. When my kids are old enough, Esposo and I will read it to them. They will grow up knowing that they are products of a real life fairy tale. My parents were married for almost 11 years but I don’t ever remember seeing them act lovey-dovey. The only romanticism I saw came from Disney movies. I want my children growing up knowing what love LOOKS like. 

Call me a big lush, but I find couples’ “How We Met” stories fascinating. I always want to sit cross-legged on the floor and smile at the gleam in their eyes as they tell their stories. Oral tradition is lost, ladies and gentleman. Long gone are the days where Grandparents and parents told their children and grandchildren what happened way back when. It is with this story (and others) that I hope to continue to be diligent about sharing stories of love, success, hope and even tribulations with my loved ones. And I inspire you to do the same.

Yep.

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A month prior to meeting Homeboy, I was on my knees at the edge of my bed. An all too familiar place. Tears were streaming down my face and I inhaled and exhaled as if I were taking my last few breaths. My heart was heavy and with clasped hands, I prayed. This was the first time that I ever prayed like this. For the first time in 25-years, I was going to pray and ask God to bring romantic love in my life. Despite always being conservative in love games, I never actually prayed for a boyfriend or husband. Did I pray for jobs, money, understanding and a higher credit score? Absolutely. But a husband? No. Because only those desperate for someone would make such a request, right?

Or so I thought.

Loneliness through my single status began to plague me and for the first time it felt…uncomfortable. It didn’t matter that I was slowly making name for myself in the beauty industry. It didn’t matter that I had become a networking little lady with her own business and had a slew of opportunities waiting for her left and right. Sure, I had amazing friends, supportive parents and a close relationship with the Creator but something was missing. I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew what it was.

And so I prayed. I asked God to open my heart and my mind to receive love. I asked Him to cleanse my soul of the negative thoughts I had of men, the hurt from past relationships and the damage that they left. I asked Him to help me be kind, understanding and above all…. patient. I trembled as I said these words out-loud.

And I moved on.

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