Sunday, April 24, 2011
Easter is an a special holiday in our home. Not only because it is the celebration of the wonderful sacrifice and gift our savior has offered to us which could never be held in comparison, but also for another reason. James asked me to marry him six years ago on Easter morning. I will never forget that day. Its was day of extreme excitement and anticipation of the unknown commitment we were making to one another. James was so sweet, naive and debonair. He got into my apartment while I was at church and set up an Easter egg hunt. Each egg contained a romantic (slightly cheesy) love note as well as a clue to the next egg. I eventually found a basket on my bed which directed me to go to the front door, by this time I was aware of what was most likely going on (we never formally talked about getting married but hints were dropped). I can still remember how nervous I was when I opened the front door! James was there in his suit, he took a couple steps into the apartment, he dropped to his knee and asked me if I would marry him. I dropped to my knees, hugged him and said Yes! I had no idea at that time what an immense blessing this man would be to my life. I am indeed blessed to have such a wonderful eternal companion. I never knew life could hold so much joy. Thank you James for choosing me.