That November was much like this one has been - bare and brown, no snow settled on the ground yet and a warmth and sun that felt like it should have belonged to September.
|One of our first pictures together.|
I remember us going for a walk in the unseasonably warm sunshine that afternoon - down the road and along the highway that ran by the river. We found a place to sit down on the rocks facing the water, and Loris took out his pocket bible and we read together.
My heart was singing with happiness and nervousness at this new and unknown adventure I was moving into. I watched Loris' face as he read to me and thought what a good man he was because (besides other things) I saw the person within that most of all wanted Christ in this life, much more than he wanted me (which was alot).
That's the kind of man that makes the best kind of husband, I suspected.
And today, five years later, I know it to be true.
(I probably didn't notice my brother acting weird in the background
because, handsome boyfriend!)