Nine years ago today, I walked down the aisle on my father's arm. I didn't see anyone else in the room... just the young man who said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.
My husband is my rock; he's quiet, discerning, slow to anger. He always remembers the things I mention wanting, and does his best to make sure I get them. He knows that I love flowers, but hate that they wilt, so he buys plants for me instead.
He makes sure I get to carve out girl time with friends, and makes sure the kids remember to make birthday and Mother's Day cards for me. He's my best friend.
When we were in college, we worked together. One evening, this couple came in the store. The man's hair and beard were a soft white, and he wore a navy blue tuxedo with a cream-colored ruffled tuxedo shirt. The lady had long white hair, and wore a creamy lace-detailed dress. I believe they were looking for cufflinks.
We have always remembered that couple, how kind and soft-spoken they were with each other, how proud the wife was of her husband for being awarded at a dinner that evening. And we decided that we wanted to have what they did. I think we're well on our way!