I woke beside him Sunday, realizing that I had been at his side as long as I had been alone. That morning we sang hundred year old hymns beneath arched windows, surrounded by many of the friends who witnessed our vows under hot August sunshine eighteen years before.
We canned peaches together Sunday afternoon and tucked five children into bed as the bullfrogs began their low chorus. The day was like so many I have had at this man's side...full and sweet. I am so blessed to walk through this life with him.
|Photos by Monte B.|