D and I celebrated our first year of marriage with the cool air and steep roads of the Smokies. There were lazy mornings in the cabin, afternoon rain storms, lots of tennis-shoe-wearing, and a little too much eating. On Sunday morning, we hiked to the highest point of the Smokies. I had a pretty good whine going on until we spotted the grandmother hauling it ahead of us. Motivating, to say the least.
During the weekend, I thought a lot about what an incredible blessing our entire engagement and wedding process was. Our families, our wedding party, and all those who generously celebrated with us - their words and time will never be forgotten. I was wishing to be in a big room with all of them at one time. Maybe that's how anniversaries should really be celebrated.
It has been the best and fastest year of my life. A year full of change and lessons and newness. Here's to many, many more.