It was 1998. Maybe 1999. Jen and I are sitting her car at the mall after school when she turns to me and says,
"So, I kind of like someone."
"Uh..." she chewed on the straw of her Frapachino and grinned shyly. "Micah."
"OH MY GOSH! Do you think he knows?!"
"I doubt it."
13 years later, he knows. And he likes her, too.
Since then, there's been a college romance, a wedding, a battle with infertility, a gorgeous baby girl, a devastating diagnosis, a funeral, and a year of mourning. Throughout it all, though, there has been love. So, so, so much love, and you can feel it brimming in their house when you walk in, even when it was brimming with sadness, too.
Some of these photos are for their "hopeful adoptive parents" file, and I asked myself, "Does the love come through?" I hope so.
P.S. Thankfully, the goofball in both of them DEFINITELY comes though!
I love them!