It was a beautiful day, twenty one years ago today. The sun was shining bright, and there was a crispness to the air... but it wasn't unbearably cold. Perfection. A "winter" day in Southern California.
I started the morning being forced to eat breakfast by my mother. Eat? I didn't want to eat. It was my wedding day and I was so excited I could barely breathe much less eat! But I ate a few bites of scrambled eggs and a bite or two of toast. Then it was off to the hair salon to get my hair done with my veil.
Most of my bridesmaids met at the salon. Up dos for everyone! We laughed so much! It was such a fun morning!! Then off to Dave's uncle and aunt's house to get dressed and take pictures. Wow! The time flew by that day!
I really don't know what Dave was doing during the morning hours of January 18, 1992. All I know for certain is that he met me at 2:30 that afternoon, at the altar of St. John Vianney's Catholic Church. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, wearing his military dress blues, sword and cape... Yes, there was a cape! No noble steed, but he had a cape and a sword; two out of three made my fairytale wedding a reality! My prince was there, waiting for me to meet him at the altar.
Fast forward twenty-one years, and we are living 2000 miles away in Tennessee. We have been true to our vows, loving each other through good times and bad times; in sickness and health; richer or poorer; forsaking all others. We've lived out all of those promises, one at a time. We've made it through some tough patches. Marriage is hard at times, but our commitment to each other is real. Not until I find someone better, skinnier, richer, or smarter... but for a lifetime.
I love you, Dave. I'm so grateful that we have ridden this roller coaster of life together over the last 21 years. I hope to be next to you for many, many more years to come. Laughing, crying, and celebrating through the special moments of our lives. God has blessed me with you!