The leaders of our Wednesday morning bible study are taking turns sharing our stories. Our testimonies of faith. What a joyful encouragement to hear how creatively and perfectly God is using each one of these special women for the glory of His Kingdom.
Husband and I retraced our steps to the beginnings of our story last weekend. We took our birthday girl to San Francisco to explore the the City by the Bay and enjoy some rare one-on-one time with Little número tres.
She rolled her eyes, with eight year old precision, as I reminisced how her daddy and I began our love story. On a glorious November day in 1996, smack dab on the Golden Gate Bridge Husband planted a swoon worthy kiss on my lips and boldly (and rather publicly I might add) announced that he was going to marry me. A few months after the declaration, he made true on his word and proposed in the pouring rain on bended knee with the ring that I wear to this day.
I can’t find the photo we troubled a fellow tourist to take of us that day, but our budding photographer snapped this shot on Saturday to commemorate the moment.
I spent the weekend praising God for wooing Husband and I to each other and for choosing such a glorious backdrop for us to begin our story together.
Some day our Little will have her own story to share. And, rather than ‘dying of embarrassment’ I suspect she’ll embrace the story of the kiss on the bridge that started it all.
San Francisco 2011
Happy Beginnings! Happy Birthday!