Every year on November 10th, I think back with fondness about what happened that night on a beach out here in Hawaii. I still get butterflies when I recall the events that unfolded and what it felt like to receive the greatest invitation of all time; to spend the rest of my life with the LOVE of my life.
I've written about the night that Phil proposed before; I re-read that post tonight and smiled when I looked at the photo of the two of us from that day. We both looked so young! Twelve years later, despite the age that shows on our faces and in our hair, one thing remains the same: the love in our hearts.
One of these days when we are old and gray and well in our eighties (God willing), I will look back at old photos of the two of us, young and in love, and give thanks that He led us to one another.
Today, I am grateful for our love.