October 6th holds two anniversaries for me. For three years that was a dark day, a dreaded day. It was the anniversary of my Daddy’s death…the anniversary of the day my world shattered. I was 15 and my Daddy was 51. I have stopped asking why, and the grief is easier to bear after nine years, but my heart still hurts when I think about it. And I cry when I want him here, especially for my sons.
But I made him a part of my wedding day as much as I knew how, and Peter made me his wife three years later on the anniversary of Daddy’s death. It was a beautiful day, and even though it rained a little, it felt like Heaven’s kisses. His best friend gave me away wearing a yellow rose, and another of his best friends officiated. Maybe it was a morbid thing for me to do, but I don’t dread the day anymore…it’s become a day with a full meaning. Beginnings and ends.
Our wedding…
My sister Regina spent the day with us and even cooked for us and babysat when Peter took me out for dessert! She watched a video interview with us that we have of Daddy and our wedding video that Will Howard made for us. (we watch them every year.) My twin sister called from Peru right after we had started the interview, so I put the phone up close to the speaker so she could hear his voice, too. It was a special time…just the three of us listening to Daddy’s voice.
Peter, it is a joy and privilege to be your wife! You have brought me so much healing and opened my eyes to worlds of wonderful things! You are like a strong tower in my life and I thank Jesus for giving you to me. Six years seems to have just blinked by, and I look at the unknown future and hope and pray for many more years with you!
Happy anniversary, baby! I love you!