Fourth of July weekend. Two years ago, yesterday, Andrew proposed to me. Who knew we'd be here. Who knew...
1) We'd have a beautiful and perfect wedding day
2) Get a cat
3) I'd get a new job with awesome co-workers and stability
4) Have the breast reduction I'd dreamed about
5)Buy a house we thought it'd take years to get
6) Buy a dog
7) Be regularly attending an amazing church with my brother and his wife
8) Meet new friends that have become so close
9) Watch close friends get engaged and married
It's been a fast two years. Funny how you always think you'll know exactly where you'll be "one year from now," five years, etc. But really, you have... no... i... dea. Most of those things on the list, I couldn't have guessed would happen. And even just in the next year to come, I'm sure things will happen that I can't imagine. Yet somehow, we always feel like we know it all. Like we can see it all coming. As if what we have right here, right now, is all we're ever gonna have. I'm ready for God to surprise me some more...
13 years ago
