2 years ago yesterday, Gary proposed to me. He asked me to be his wife at lunch on a Tuesday. The ring was ready that morning and he could not wait to give it to me. In fact, he did not even make it into the restaurant. My soon-to-be-husband got down on one knee right there in the parking lot. I cannot think of that day and not smile from ear to ear.
I would marry him again and again and again.
Here is a snapshot of our wedding day that I just got from my videographer this week.
There was no way to know then that the road to our happiness would be paved with such grief. But there was no way to know then that we would be stronger than ever in such a short period of time.
I hope to keep laughing, keep dancing, keep "having the time of our lives" and keep making our baby girl proud of us.
Allie, this one's for you...