And then the storm came

Four years ago today I walked down the aisle hand-in-hand with my new husband.
That day we promised to hold onto eachother's hands through whatever storms
would come our way.


I never would have dreamed that 4 years to the day that we made that commitment we would be holding each other's hands in a hospital recovery room.
Though dinner and a movie might have been a bit more romantic, I couldn't think of a better way for him to profess his love than by being next to me, reassuring me that everything is going to be okay. Laying on my lap in the waiting room, I stroked his hair and looked into those big brown eyes. And then gently, but confidently, he whispered, "I love you."

I have never been more convinced.