Despite knowing it was the right thing...that he was the right one...I was as nervous as I had ever been in my life. He stood tall and straight beside my Dad, who would perform the ceremony, and his best man. Telling them he'd be right back, he strode up that small grassy hill, took my cold hands in his and said something like, "Let's go get married." My relief at being fetched worked its way out in a quick kiss on his cheek and together we walked back to the dock.
In that moment that which had been broken was healed. I felt like the last of the dirt and ash of past sin was rinsed away and I was clean...wanted, accepted, and redeemed.
Looking at one of only two pictures I have from that day makes me laugh. We had no idea what all was coming our way. A baby nine months and two days later to make our family of three a family of four. Swiftly followed by another nine months after that and a fourth eighteen months after that. And then of course the utter surprise almost five years later when another one would make our family complete.
There have been times of abundance and some not so abundant. There have been times of good tears and not so good. We've been angry with each other and we've had to apologize and forgive and choose to love all over again.
I had no idea fourteen years ago how much one man could love a woman. The amazing thing though...what leaves me speechless...is that I have no idea how much one man can love a woman in the years ahead.
But I am ever so grateful and delighted to keep walking by his side to find out.
Looking at these family pictures reminds me how much the children have changed (not to mention how much longer my hair is now!) in the last two years...I think we may need to do that again :-)