Less than two years after marring my American husband in Jamaica, he passed away. On the first anniversary of his death, I scattered some of his ashes off the coast of Ocho Rios.
6 years later, by the sweet hand of Jesus and serendipity, I had the lovely pleasure of meeting a precious man from Negril.
My darling groom quietly swept me off my feet, and before my head stopped spinning, we were madly in love! His tenderness, authenticity, and love for God and family are the things that make my heart ache to be his wife.
So... Our love story will begin its new chapter when I wed my Jamaican in America.
