We’re celebrating our 30th anniversary today which brought to mind this post from last year. For those of you newer to this blog, my hope is that it is encouraging to you today.
This is a story about me. But it’s also about you. Whether you’re married or single, read on.
Today is our 29th wedding anniversary. And 28 years ago today was a bad day.
Our one year anniversary.
We were with family and friends at a cabin, high on a pine-filled shore overlooking a pristine lake in northern Wisconsin.
Cannon balls into the icy cold crystal blue. Double tubing wars bumping over the waves and plumpy only-in-the-summertime-at-the-cabin clouds overhead. It seemed like a good day.
And it was.
Until husband John took his wedding ring off to ski and put it on the pier, asking our friend to watch it.
You know what’s coming next, don’t you? (And by the way, WHO takes their wedding ring off to ski???)
