A Sap at Heart (part 3)

To My future husband,

I don't know your face,

or the color of your eyes

but I look forward to the day you hold my hand,

and knowing you will be holding it forever.

I look forward to the day

we say those three little words,

that mean so much.

I know I put up walls,

that we will have to knock down together.

Sometimes it will be harder than we think.

I know my heart is a little a bruised

but it will love you.

And when life gets hard,

I look forward to your shoulder to cry on.

Then in your own special way,

you will hold me and tell me things will be okay.

I know God is watching us

leading us to one another,

I don't know when and where

so I pray for you.

I pray that God is molding you,

into the man He wants you to be.

I pray God is guiding your steps

so you are going in the ways He wants.

I pray God is guarding your heart

and giving you strength to be patient.

I pray God is making you into the man

I will openly submit to.

And that God is always your number one priority

so I can happily be your number two.

I pray for us together

in the good times and the bad

that we will be a team

looking out for one another,

holding on to one another,

never letting go of our love

and never letting go of Christ.

I pray we keep our focus

on the one that matters most

so when we raise our children

we can teach them the way to go.

Let us not forget the rings we will wear

symbolize a completeness

that can never be broken.

Whenever I miss you,

I lift you up to God.

I know He will bring us together

in His own wonderful, perfect timing.

So I ask for patience as I wait for you.

And pray for my heart not to wander,

so I can give it to you

on our wedding day,

and everyday after.

Have a good day my husband to be,

can't wait to meet you. 

Daddy's Girl

I am not sure what is going on but I love the look he has on his face.

People in my present life may not know this but my dad and I have not always been as close as we are now. We definitely we had a great divide in our relationship during my high school years when I told him half truths and basically tried to keep him out of my life as much as possible... I won't go into all the details. Back then I never thought I would be as close to my dad as I am today. But then life changed. I grew up a bit and began to more actively walk in my faith and our relationship became closer. I live in Boston and he lives in Oklahoma but I feel closer to him now than I did when I lived in Oklahoma. 

My dad and I playing around

My dad an I have had several hard conversations sometimes where I have to stand up for myself in what I need or want from him. We have had many conversations I have cried during and they are mix of tears from happiness/sadness/ and relief. But I know he will be there to call me or text me again and tell me he loves me. And I always look forward to getting off the plane and having him there with a big hug and the fact I still like to cuddle on his lap.

My dad and I at my sister's wedding

Well last night we had our Monday night phone date and we had a range of topics to cover and some how we got on the topic where he told me my Grandad (who passed away last October) was proud of me... well the water works started. I always knew my Grandad loved me but I never knew he was proud of me. I said with out really thinking "why don't the Hiebsch men tell people that" he asked "what do you mean?" I reminded him the first time I remember him ever saying he was proud of me was my senior year of high school. I think he was stunned.



My Grandad and I

It is so funny, how much I compare my life to others. I look at my life and so many times I wish I was my sisters, both of them married and one with a cute little girl. And sometimes, when I am really low, I feel like I am failing because I feel my life doesn't feel as good as theirs looks. But then last night my dad told me he was proud of me. And it reminded me I am not failing, I am just on a different path.



One of my favorite picture of us

Just thinking about it his love for me reminds me of God's love (though we have our faults). There was a time I rebelled and pushed him out of my life but He is always there with open arms to hug me when I am in His presence and let me still climb on His lap. There is still hurt we are working through together but He is there to listen to my cries and He wants to wipe all my tears away. Sometimes like any good father what He has to say hurts but its the truth and knowing that will make me a better person and He always has my best interest at heart even if I don't know what that is.  

A little reminder.

If you haven't noticed by now I have fallen in love with the website Pinterest.... I have found it so useful to find pics for this blog. So today I ran across this one and loved it as a little reminder for me as a single girl but it might be applicable for everyone.

Hope you like it.

A Sap at Heart (part 2)

Hello Lovely Readers,

In my last edition of a Sap at Heart I wrote about how "...deep down I believe in soul mates, I believe you can find some one that compliments you so well it was as if you were made for each other..."

You know how in movies you see a guy do a romantic gesture... that makes your heart flutter and wish would happen to you and it never does. Take for example Heath Ledger in "10 Things I Hate about You" singing to Julia Stiles the song "Can't take my eyes off of you" (originally recorded by Frankie Valli). Now that is a big romantic gesture and while they are cool in movies... they might be embarrassing in real life. But even small romantic gestures... do guys realize how great they make the girl feel?As a single girl I am going to hope not because I feel like if they did, they would do them more often.

Take for example flowers...



I have a co-worker (not mentioning names) who had a birthday a bit ago and was so happy to get flowers from her boyfriend. From the little bit I gathered it seemed he didn't send her flowers very much but when she got them, she was over the moon. I had a guy co-worker who found out his girl friends favorite flowers were sun flowers and sent her a little vase of them to her when she was sick. And I remember being very much like "aw how cute." And I even liked my ex-boyfriend sent me flowers when I was having a horrible week and it made a big impression on me. 

But maybe I am just a sap and I like romantic gestures, but I don't think I am the only one. Actually the reason for this blog post is on Thursday night (a kind of warm night... warmish for Boston) I was walking home from work and I had this image that the guy I had a crush on was sitting on the steps of my apartment with a bouquet of flowers in his hands waiting for me to get home and ask me out. I realized this wouldn't happen at least not in real life. But I wanted it happen. I think it's because I watch too many romantic movies because even just while writing this I find myself thinking, even though I like the idea of romantic gestures, what I love most of all is having some one who will just hold my hand.

So if any guy is reading this find out what your girl wants/needs deep down to let her know you find her special and just do it. I think that is the most romantic gesture.