Our 7th Anniversary
Seven years ago this coming Sunday, July 26, Harland and I stood up in front of our friends and family, and said our “I do’s”.
We promised to love each other forever, through good and bad.
Later, at our reception, we danced our first dance to Etta James’ “At Last”.
We had both waited a long time to find each other, and the song’s lyrics spoke perfectly to what we felt for each other.
Last Friday evening, I rode around in the tractor with Harland as he baled hay. It was dusty, noisy, cramped, and uncomfortable.
I used to tell Harland when we were dating that I didn’t care what we did, as long as we were together, it would be fine.
And seven years down the road, I still feel that way:
The most important thing is that we are together.