Three years ago…July 29, 2008…
On a picnic blanket beside the Missouri River, with mulberry-stained feet he sang to me and read to me and we prayed together and I said yes.
I was 19 and he was 25, just home from training in Ft. Jackson. It was a lonely summer apart and the thought of being together for always seemed too good to be true.
I wouldn’t trade these first three years for anything.
(…but maybe a few of those first months…! ha! kidding!).