Love Story

In honor of Jake's birthday on Sunday I thought I would share a special little story. If there were any love story to be recognized at this time, it would be ours.

After Jake and I learned that Ryan's diagnosis was fatal Jake and I were pretty much traumatized. We lay together in my hospital bed (picture above) holding each other and wept for quite a while. But in his arms I felt strengthened and knew that I could handle anything with him by my side. Together as we faced the darkest storm of our lives I knew we would be okay. Through it all I had the greatest inspiration I have ever received besides knowing he was the one I wanted and should marry, that there wasn't anyone in the whole wide world that I would want to go through this tragedy with! No one else who could be more supportive and loving. I knew in that moment, in that hospital bed, we were in deed meant for each other, to be husband and wife, the perfect match to go through such a tragedy as this. I was suddenly tremendously grateful for Jake and for my Heavenly Father for helping us meet and guiding our relationship from the beginning as it went along into eternal marriage. I know there is no one else I would have wanted there with me in that hospital bed but him, no one more meant for me. He is my rock, my sunshine, my better half.