When I start to write our love story and all its perfect intricacies, I'm always reminded of this day two years ago and the days leading up to it. July 25th was the wedding of a dear friend in Washington whose story and love story, in every way reflects her strong faith.
As I sat on the living room floor, listening as she relayed every detail, from how her husband had asked her to lunch after church, to how he proposed, I prayed for my love story to look like hers. My eyes danced from the pom-pom ceiling strings to the paper-mache balloons to my dear friend's smiling face, and I just prayed, hard. I wanted my love story to look like hers in so many ways and for my husband to be a man of strong faith, character and respect. I even distinctly prayed that I would know my husband for the same amount of time, five years as friends, before we were married. This was such a specific part answered, that I knew God wanted to show me He heard, and still hears every part of all of my prayers.
When I came back from Jess' wedding I felt in my heart that God was leading me somewhere new, and I knew that my prayer was going to be answered soon.
A little less than four later, at another friend's wedding on November 7, 2015, Jacob and I gathered with the rest of the wedding party in the foyer of The Grove. And as we lined up for the processional, it was the first time we saw each other in five years...
Part Two coming soon!
* This is an image of the communion table styled by the bride's mother (and my second mom:)
