Sunday, December 8, 2013

Maria - From the Eyes of Her Boyfriend.

The day I met Maria, I have to admit, I didn't know that we would last. It's not that I wasn't extremely attracted to her (cause I am... she's quite the hottie) or that I didn't think we would be a good match, its just that I had no idea that she was the one. Well we have been dating over three years now and, needless to say, she's it for me. I've never bonded with someone so quickly as I have bonded with her and I have thoroughly enjoyed watching our ideas of love change from that early high school love to a full on adoration for one another.

You all have to understand that I am a thinker. I think. A lot. Sometimes I think a little too much and its not that great for me or her or us. I keep a lot of things to myself and have a hard time really telling people what I think or feel without BS-ing them in some way or another in order to hide things inside. One of these things is showing Maria how much she means to me.

(This is where you can stop reading if you don't like cheese balls... I'll try and keep it to a minimum, I promise)

I have always told my friends, whenever Maria and I were mad at each other over something or had been arguing, that Maria Teresa Miller is the absolute perfect person to be in a relationship with. Though we have our arguments, I have never doubted that losing her would be the biggest mistake of my life. I can sit here and try and describe her with a lot of words such as kind, beautiful, caring, etc. but I would probably have a list too long for anyone to read and still not have said everything I want to about her. It came to me the  other day that I can easily explain her in one word. Love.

Let me explain.

God amazes me every day. It absolutely blows my mind how he has created things on this earth that help explain who he is and what he has done for us. One thing that has and will continue to make my head explode into a thousand tiny little bits of YOU-WILL-NEVER-UNDERSTAND is marriage. Marriage is so absolutely important to us little humans, even past the actual connection between two people, because it is a metaphor of our connection with Jesus.

Jesus said,"In My Father's house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also." John 14:3

Okay cool, Jesus made a place for me in heaven (old news) what does that have to do with Madea? (what I call Maria) Well, it has a lot to do with her, actually. In the olden days, a man would build a room on the side of his father's house and when it was finished he would go retrieve the woman he would marry and they would both come back and live in that "dwelling place" together. I believe God created marriage to show us how we must view our relationship with him. Therefore, I need to treat Maria with the same amount of love and passion that I should show God. They go hand and hand. 

Jesus showed the highest love imaginable when he died in our place. Love comes from Him. I see God in all that Maria does. She is not only a long list of lovely words that I could write about her but she also shows me love that stems from the same love that God created. While I sit and doubt, she is loving me. When I think and ponder for hours about things that don't matter, she is loving me. When I start to go astray in my faith, she is loving me. When I don't put all I have into our relationship and take advantage of how much she does for me, she is loving me. 

She is perfect for me and I don't know that I will ever be able to fully show her how much she means to me. We go together like peas and carrots, even if I, the carrot, am ugly and full of rotting gross-ness. I love her. I love her even when I'm not thinking about loving her. She is always in the back on my mind and will always and forever take up all of my heart. I can't help it, she's perfect.

She is love, and she is all I need.

- Spencer 




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