When I first met Marc, the man who would one day become my husband, I despised him!
It was on a blind date in college as a favor for my roommate. And, like a lot of guys his age, he was only interested in one thing. I on the other hand was sent to school with the idea that everything done in the dark would come to light, so I wasn’t about that life.
It’s true what they say, though. Hindsight is 20/20. And, looking back now, I realize that we just weren’t ready for each other yet. Fortunately for both of us, God had a plan. We didn’t see it then, but it’s become crystal clear that we belong together.
Since reconnecting in 1991, more than two years after Marc graduated, we’ve been pretty much inseparable; winning, losing, falling, rising, loving, laughing, praying, and raising two amazing daughters … all together. On Nov. 5, Marc and I will celebrate 20 years of marriage. I feel fortunate, blessed and most of all, grateful for this amazing life Im living. I’m looking forward to the next 20 years and beyond.