On Sunday, we mark one whole year of being married!
One year - already?
One year - only one?
"One" is such a measly number for everything the past year has held. While it has been a good year over all, I am glad I did not know what the year would hold going into it; my faint heart would certainly have quivered!
One year.
Oh, the joys that were hidden within its calendar.
One year.
Oh, the heartache we have walked through together.
We've grown, and I am glad, but I am ready for Year Two!
