Happy Anniversary, Baby! Gotchu on my mi-ind.

(For those of you who don’t know, today is not our wedding anniversary, but the anniversary of the day Peter and I met.)

Nine years ago today, I boarded a plane from Texas to Lynchburg, with a layover in Pittsburg. That destination changed my life in ways I could have never imagined.

Who knew that God would use lost luggage and a handwritten note to shape the course of my life, of your life, and the lives of our children?

Well, God, of course.

I’m so thankful for that day, for meeting you and that you had the courage to write a note asking me if I wanted to get “a” coffee.

I love you!