The day I became a Mrs.

Where do I even begin?

I want to share the miraculous story a year ago this very weekend (Memorial Day weekend) when I made a promise to God. A bold promise. And I felt He made a promise to me.
And then on Memorial Day morning, when I tearfully told a friend I was so done having holidays alone, she said to me with as firm a voice as anyone has ever spoken to me: "He is so close. Your husband is so close."

I want to tell the series of events that started on June 2 (the day after I promised to stop crying...remember?)...a series of miraculous events and decisions that changed the course of my life.

I want to talk about all the things I've learned about love and commitment and covenants and divorce and heartache and agency and God's omniscience and faith and works and hope and blessings and laws and obedience and consequences and promises.

I could fill up pages and pages.
But, I can't.

I can't possibly write it all and even if I could, I'm not sure that I would.
At least not right here.
At least not right now.


So I hope somehow the pictures tell the story that I cannot.
It's a miracle to me.
And I couldn't be more grateful.
And I couldn't be happier.

I am a Mrs.
I am his Mrs.
He is my Mr.
And oh how I love him.