Thursday, June 14, 2012
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)