
Six years ago I was ripe out of college and in the middle of my first teaching job. Living with girl friends and trying to find my way in life. I know that many of you who read this blog know my story, but I just wanted to share a little bit about one angel that God sent to me that summer. I had been in a horrible car accident in March of that year, and was suffering from depression. I was sleeping all the time, stopped working out, and confused about what the world had in store for me. Looking back on that time now, I know that I was hanging on by a thread. I was going through the motions, trying to teach first grade, and in such a dark place that I don't even think I knew how to climb out of it all.
Along came Chris...we were set up by my roommates...he knew about my car accident and what I was going through...he still liked me?? Most guys would have been running for the hills if they knew my story at the time.
I wasn't sure what to think of Chris. See I was a city girl, and I didn't really realize how much of a city girl I was until I met Chris. I grew up in the suburbs roller skating and taking ballet lessons. Chris grew up on a tobacco farm. I didn't like red meat, especially red meat with a bone in it. Chris loves meat, any form of it, and to hunt. I graduated from a high school with 3,000 students, and Chris graduated with a class of 36 kids. My childhood consisted of girl scouts, coloring books, and barbies. Chris's childhood consisted of tractors, dirt, and be-be guns. Again, I can not emphasize enough our differences.
But, maybe that is what makes us together so special. Chris picked me up that summer and carried me through some of the hardest times of my life. He listened to me cry, sob (I am talking the ugly cry!!) many nights. He loved me through all of that. Soon I found myself smiling more, laughing more, enjoying life a little bit more. I believe in miracles, I believe in God, and I believe that God knew I needed a miracle if I was going to come out of this thing OK. Not to say that I don't still struggle, have hard weeks even months. But, through the grace of God and the love of one amazing husband I am living, happy, and content with what life has to offer.
Thank you Chris for loving me. Thank you for accepting me as I was then, and the person I have become. Thank you for wiping my tears, making me laugh, and holding me when I am scared. You are my rock. You are my angel.
I love you!
June 26, 2004
The day that my angel became my husband...






































