Fifteen years ago today, I stood in the chancel of First Presbyterian Church in Rochester holding the hands of a gorgeous woman. We looked into each others' eyes and repeated an edited vow that Ruth shared with Naomi. "Where you go, I will go; where you lodge, I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your God my God. Where you die, I will die--there will I be buried. May the Lord do thus and so to me and more as well, if even death parts me from you."
We've had a wonderful 15 years! Love you always, honey!