I appreciate all the comments on my blog “It is well with my soul,” which is the last blog in my story under the category, “My journey of love.”
Several of you have asked for more and there is more in several blogs, beginning with My first love Albert. We had known each other in Brazil growing up. He was four years older than me and we didn’t fall in love until my sophomore year at Baylor University. We went to Brazil to get engaged but an unexpected event changed the course of our romance.
Then there was my first marriage to Walton A marriage without romance after I graduated from Baylor. I had been raised believing that intimacy was reserved for marriage Unfortunately there was never an intimate union in our marriage bed.
In My first romance I met Steve, while I was still married to Walton. I fell deeply in love, and finally experienced sex for the first time. I eventually divorced Walton, and Steve and I continued our romance. Then I moved to Dallas because my mother had returned from Brazil to be treated for cancer, and Steve moved to Paris. I met a man named Rich, who I thought was finally “the man of my dreams,” but I ended up Paris bound to marry Steve instead.
In No love in the city of love I found out that Steve had no intentions of getting married right away, and there was a girl named Suzy with whom he had been involved, and she was still in love with him. I returned to Dallas and married Rich. This was my second marriage and it was a walking disaster from beginning to end. The saga is narrated in Walking on Eggs.
My third marriage was my great love, Danny Oh Danny Boy and I believe that he was my soul mate. Sadly, our love was not meant to be in this lifetime.
Finally I married for the last time. I met a Brazilian man named Ivo. We fell in love and got married very quickly. Then we travelled to Brazil to meet his family and the rest of the story leads to twenty years of being single, and finding out that in my search for my soul mate, I found my soul It is well with my soul.
Recently I found I beautiful letter from my mother, which she had written while I was in France to see Steve. She died less than a year later, and I cherish the advice that she gave me about Steve and Rich. It shows that Mom is always right! A loving letter from Mom