Wedding reflections

This week marks the 16th anniversary of my marriage to my wonderful husband.  As I am wont to do every time one of my children has a birthday or we have an anniversary, I am remembering lots of details from our wedding week.  And in so doing I realized I must share this story.

The Friday a week before our wedding, my fiancé and I had a disagreement.  He was staying with his parents and I with mine, about 2 hours apart.  I think we patched things up that night, but it was still a bit bumpy as I recall.

The next morning my fiancé came to visit me as planned.  As he came up the walk of my parents' house, I realized he was carrying a bouquet of roses.  Certain he felt bad about our argument, I rushed out to meet him.  Though we were both sorry about our disagreement, the roses were a part of something bigger.

A gift countdown to our wedding.

As our wedding day grew closer, my dear fiancé followed those seven roses with a small gift each day, somehow tying in the number of days left.

The next day I received six chocolates.  On T-minus 5 days, he wrote out five meaningful Bible verses.  With four days to go, I received a T-shirt commemorating the Chicago Bulls' four championships (he was a diehard fan, and we always watched their games).  At three days till the wedding, he gave me three bags of chips (he knew me well, even then).

Sadly, the gift on Thursday (2 days before the wedding) has escaped both our memories.  Why, oh why, didn't I blog then?  Oh yeah.

The day before our wedding, I opened my last present.  One strand of pearls.  I admit being a bit choked up.  We didn't have much money and I was overwhelmed that he would buy something so extravagant.

The day of our wedding, July 13, 1996, I received the best gift of all, my husband.

Thank you, Lord, for these 16 years of marriage!