Seven Years and Counting . . .

It was seven years ago tomorrow that I married the love of my life. It's been better than I could have hoped for and there are still many more great years ahead. I still remember the feeling of comfort that came over me in the temple as Tim and I sat next to each other right before we were to sealed for time and all eternity. I will never forget that feeling. We were in the right place, at the right time and nothing could stop us, not even a water main break.

That's right, a water main break. I got a call from the temple on Friday. They said that there had been a water main break at the temple and it was closed. Uh, really? "What does that mean?", I asked. Basically, they said we had three choices. We could wait a week and get married in the Washington Temple when the break was fixed. Not an option. We had plane tickets to Florida. I was not spending my honeymoon in separate rooms. We could head down to North Carolina and get married in the temple there. Again, not an option. We didn't have a marriage license for North Carolina. Last option, we could get married in the Washington Temple as planned, but our parents would be the only ones allowed in with us. We were breaking the fire code to do it, but what else were we supposed to do. I spent the afternoon calling all the people we had invited to join us in the temple to tell them not to come.

While it was kind of crazy to think this was how we were going to start our married life, it was the most amazing experience. The temple was so quiet. We were pretty much the only ones there. Lights would be turned on as we entered a room and then turned off as soon as we left. There was such a feeling of peace, more so than any other time I have been to the temple. I could not have asked for a more memorable experience at the temple.
I love you, Tim and can't wait until I can say we've had another seven years together!