Matt and I have been married for 9 years today. 9 years. Wow! If you knew me in college, you understand why it was nothing short of a miracle that Matt was able to even get a date out of me. Two bad break-ups are enough to make a girl throw a huge Anti-Valentine's Day party for her residents (I was a Resident Assistant), complete with a man-hater dart board and a man pinata. (This may or may not have intrigued my male friends who worked at the University Police, and they may or may not have come up to our floor in uniform just in time for the pinata's legs to come flying off and landing at their feet.) So yes, it was pretty remarkable that Matt was able to convince me to go out with him. But I did! I figured I didn't have anything to lose, and I'd known him for 10 years...so it was less going out on a date and more going out with a good friend. Little did I know... On the way home from our date, Matt was in a very serious car accide...
Choosing joy and trusting God!