At the end of this year, my husband and I will celebrate eight beautiful and very hard years of marriage. I have been reflecting on how our anniversary could have easily become my least favorite day in the year. It could have been a day that caused me to mourn a marriage that once was, instead of celebrating a marriage that has been redeemed.Read More
There is nothing like watching the groom’s face as he sees his bride coming toward him down the aisle on their wedding day.
I always chose to watch him instead of the bride. Very rarely am I disappointed in his countenance. As the matron of honor at my dear friend's wedding this past weekend, I had the privilege of witnessing this from a very front row. Tears welling his eyes, a perfect smile and a slight lean forward in an effort to make her journey toward him just a little shorter.