
Marrying Ryan has been the highlight of my life. I know some people might shake their heads at me and murmur something about "your life's highlight should be when you accepted Christ". And yes, that was certainly a highlight - but not like a flash. I grew up knowing who Christ was, and accepted Him at a very young age. And when it happened, I was overwhelmed. But I also believe that accepting Christ is a process. A journey. A lifelong choice. And ok, so is marriage. Marriage is a journey and a process. A lifelong choice. But my point that I'm having a terrible time making is this - my wedding ceremony was the one moment in my life when I've been completely aware of what was happening. Aware of the gravity and importance. Aware of my heart. Aware of every word I spoke. Every look and touch. Every nuance. Every fleck of blue and green in Ryan's eyes. Every slight twitch of his face that told me knew it too.