25th on the 26th

TWENTY-FIVE years ago on a chilly February night in New England, in a college chapel which has long since been torn down (and replaced with a very nice music building), a naive young woman, just barely 19, gave her hand in marriage to a wee-bit-older-but-also-very-young man (aged 22). They had no idea, really, what they were getting into, but I suppose that's the way it is for most.

It hasn't always been easy. There have been difficult days & nights. It's been tempting to give up and walk (or run!) away. But God's grace is sufficient, and the two have stubbornly clung to each other and to the fact that through it all they do love each other.

I pray we'll be blessed with another 25 years.

I love you honey!

(If I was home I'd post a pic so you could see I'm not kidding about the young part.)