Ten years ago Greg and I drove together to the temple up on the hill above the Bay. We stopped at a gas station on the way, and he bought me a Dr. Pepper. The tulips were blooming on the temple grounds, and you could see all the way to San Francisco. Inside, we were surrounded by loved ones, many of whom had traveled great distances. My former mission president performed the ceremony. We were married...Forever. And we were happy. It was a perfect wedding day.
But, somehow, today--with two sick kids in bed, a sticky kitchen floor, and a husband off visiting a nursing home with the Boy Scouts--
today is even better.
