Twenty-five years may seem like a long time to some people. I remember when I turned 25, I thought I was really getting older. Now, after thinking about loving the same man for 25 years, I can honestly say that it has gone by so fast. Here we are, at my dad's church in Chappaqua, NY. It is no longer a church, the building is still there, but no one is worshiping there. Sad. The church my parents got married in is still in existence, but ours, no. But the church is not as important as the Lord who is worshiped. I got married at this church because I wanted my dad to perform the wedding and that was his church. Mark had visited this church a few times. We had originally wanted to get married at SonRise, where we met, but I think my dad said it would be easier at home. So I agreed. We were married on a Sunday, shortly after morning service. It was a lovely day. The church was filled with people, most of whom Mark had never met. But he was such a trooper. His love for me was evident from the beginning. And today, well, most people try to do it up on the 25th anniversary. Finances prevented us from doing anything extravagant, but we did spend it with our kids, which we were happy to do as they have enriched our relationship more than anything ever could. We ate take out pizza and went to a movie, had ice-cream cake, played games and enjoyed each other's company. We missed Dorothee, but were thankful she is safe and happy.
Thank you, Lord, for Mark, for bringing us together, and for all that you have blessed us with over the years. You get the glory.
