Thirteen very short years ago I wore my dream dress. Not too frilly, not fussy, but made me feel pretty dress.
I stood at the entrance to the long hall in church and saw him up there. Get me to him.
I gracefully walked down, holding - er, clinging onto my dad's arm, tears glistened my eyes and I *que record scratching* What?! Okay, I bawled like a baby, I accidently had my tissues in the hand of my bouquet, so everytime I wiped the snot away from my nose, the bouqet was blocking my face. It was a priceless moment. But at least he didn't run.
Thirteen years have come and gone. I can honestly say that I love him volumes more today than I did back then. We were so young, so crazy. We have had our ups and downs, but there is no one I'd rather have waiting for me at the front of the church than him.
I love you more than anything, Steve,Thanks for putting up with me for all these years!
( and perhaps while we're on vacation together this week you'll let me get a good updated picture of the two of us? This one seems a little dated. )
For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11