Happy Hearts Squished Together

Today is our anniversary. Thirty two years ago, we had a pink and blue wedding in my childhood church. I vividly recall the magnitude of the moment. Bill and I cried through the entire ceremony - it was a Spirit-filled miracle. I was nineteen years old, happy to take a break from college (turned out to be a couple decades, actually!) and thrilled to partner with my love in a life of ministry to kids. Tonight we'll go out to dinner, see a movie, and cuddle together at the Hyatt. This morning, we sat in our green chairs (I still haven't had them redone) and enjoyed each others' company, just as we do every morning when Bill isn't out of the country. He is my dearest friend, my most faithful cheerleader, and a sweet strand of the three-stranded cord. I'm overwhelmed with thankfulness.

"Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work. If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up! Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken" (Eccl. 4:9-12).

I take great comfort in knowing that most of the holy things that occur in our lives are completely beyond us.

The peonies bloom for our anniversary.

One evening, I drove in from school and muttered under my breath because Bill had taken down my vintage tablecloth curtains and replaced them with his country flags. I muttered a small, "Grrrrrrr!" But, really - they look festive and they represent some amazing experiences with people all over the world, so my little grumble was absolutely ridiculous. I am so grateful for my home and my family.

Oh, how I love the song, "Here Comes the Bride". Don't you?