March 7th, 2015, is a culmination of so many
hopes, dreams and prayers. I stood next to my almost husband under the giant
oak tree as we committed the rest of our lives together. We celebrated with those we love on the lawn where
I spent my summers growing up. The whole day was covered in His fingerprints.
From the perfect weather when rain and freezing temperatures were a concern, to
the geese who thought they needed to make an appearance make a graceful landing
as soon as Amen was said, to the 30 years both my and Chet’s parents prayed for
this very day.
We went back to Porterville for Easter to pick up the last
of the wedding stuff. It was a beautiful spring day. We looked out at that
giant oak tree we stood under one month ago. The difference is noticeable from
4 short weeks ago. The tree is green and full. Spring has arrived and the
leaves have made their appearance.
I’ve always loved that tree. Now it holds a special place in
my heart. When I look at that tree I see the seasons of life we all go through.
And as I’ve been told many times lately, my marriage will encounter those
seasons as well. But that’s ok. I think that is how we were created. You can’t
get to the fresh green leaves without them falling first. There is still beauty
in the bare scraggly branches. They are just getting ready for spring. And spring
always comes.
I am so grateful to walk through life with Chet. We are
soaking up all that this season brings!
Photo Credit: LaurenWestraPhotography
