The first email.
(Yes, I printed it out and have it in our wedding scrapbook. I’m like that.)
There’s nothing really significant in it (in case you are tempted to try to zoom in and read all those words printed out from an archaic email system in Grove City’s computer lab).
But, the conversation was started.
About a month later, the conversation continued in person when Mark actually bought a plane ticket to Western PA.
And, about a week shy of a year after that, we stood at an altar in front of my dad and had a conversation in front of about 250 or so people and promised to love and cherish from that day forward.
And, it was the perfect day to start a new conversation as man and wife.
Our 13th anniversary. The anniversary of lace.
13 ceramic hearts imprinted with lace sent all the way from Australia.
1 red for the year we married.
4 green for the years each of our children joined our family.
7 brown for the years in between.
And, 1 yellow for year 13.
Mark gave me a card decorated with lace trim that he bought by the yard and glued on himself–always the clever anniversary celebrator. And, he gave me something pretty to make me feel pretty and to remind me that he thinks I’m pretty…
even after 13 years.