Oh how I dreamt of my Knight since I could twirl in my Easter Sunday dress. He would swoop me up into his gallant arms and we would ride off into the sunset living happily ever after...Then I grew up...Where was he? Why didn't any man want to love me?I was good, kind and would do anything for him?What was the problem?I must not be good enough.Yes, I loved God, but I did not love me, and that has everything to do with why I could not find my Knight...