Two summers ago, my whole world changed.
I met a guy who I thought I could marry and dated him.
We were in the same city for three weeks and then we were long distance for two months.
And then he came to visit in August.
Further changing my life by asking me to be his wife.
That was two years ago, today.
In this place. One of my all-time favorite places back home.
(and I don't think he even knew that at the time)
I was happy.
And so was he.
(and he's wearing a Piggly Wiggly shirt because that is the first thing we did after we were engaged.
He was SO happy to get that shirt)
The ring was perfect.
Because he'd picked it out. Classic. Simple.
And because he'd been sneaky and found out the correct size.
Nine months later, we would get married not too far from that old church ruin.
And two years later, I would wonder how on earth it had been that long.
One of the best days of my life!


