Kiss-iversary

Twenty years ago, I stood in a church parking lot with the cutest boy I had ever seen. And then he kissed me. The very first kiss for either of us. He began as the brown eyed cellist who shared a stand with me in orchestra, and now he is the sweet, wonderful, intelligent, talented, and handsome man who shares the adventure of life with me (and has passed his dimples on to most of our children).

Tonight, he sits in Papua New Guinea, and I sit in the Solomon Islands, miles apart, and our lives are miles from where we dreamed and planned we would be. But his kisses get sweeter every day, and as God unfolds the plan for our lives, the days get sweeter, too.