15th on the 14th

Fifteen years ago, I married my best friend.  He has been my rock, my adviser, my partner, my lover, my sounding board, my support, and my friend.

Marrying this man was the best decision I have ever made.

I remember our wedding day.  It was a hot summer afternoon in northeastern Kansas, and I think the temperatures were in the 90s.  I remember that the sun was blazing down.

I remember the anticipation, the crowded country church.  i remember the very sweet, very young flower girl who wailed as she walked down the aisle.  But I remember that I was smiling as my father escorted me past our family and friends.  Some of these have passed on.  Some we haven't seen in years.  Some we see, happily, often.

I remember my groom's smile as well.  I remember the tears that flowed, the eager, famous "I will...I will."  I remember our mothers nearly forgetting to light the candles.  I remember looking at the young man beside me, believing that he was the only guy in the world for me.

I still believe that.

I wouldn't want to do this thing with anyone but my husband.  I am so, so grateful for the blessing he is in my life.

Happy Anniversary, Love.  I thank my God every time I remember you.  (Philippians 1:3)