On this day, eight years ago, Rick and I got married. It was a lovely, lovely day in Charlottesville, VA, with the temperature a balmy 72° and the leaves at peak color. I wrote about our wedding a bit last year -- click here if you're interested.
Just one photo this time, but it's one with a lot of meaning to me.
A couple of years before Rick and I connected over email and phone (we'd actually known each other way back in 1989 when I arrived as an A1C to Osan AB, Korea, but had only chatted in passing) life was very dismal. I already had one tattoo (yes! me! a tattoo!) and decided to get another one, sort of a symbol that this, too, shall pass. My best friend Jen is fluent in Japanese and gave me the symbols for "hope". Hope is something we all need at some point in our lives, and now, Hope has my back.
I never thought I'd meet the right person -- and then Rick came along. That tattoo has some magical powers.
Happy Anniversary to us!