.......Darla and I celebrated our nineteenth anniversary today by spending the morning at the hospital. Usually it’s me that has the MRI or CT scan, but today it was her turn. She had chest pains, but the doc thinks it was nothing. Still, he’s a good doc and leaves no stone unturned.
Not even a three hour back-up in the waiting room could dampen our time together. We took a trip down memory lane, remembering God’s blessings, like the birth of our first child. See, we tried for four years to have a baby, but we couldn’t seem to carry one to term.
I know, you are probably thinking Darla is only fourteen years old, judging from the picture, but I promise that the old girl was twenty-eight. This was the day, fifteen years ago that we brought Caleb home. Little did we know that she was going to be a baby factory for the next two years!
I love you sweetie.
Thank you for putting up with me for all these years.
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