Just yesterday I was 17 years old sitting in my parents car on the McDonald's parking lot wondering what I was going to do with the rest of Sunday afternoon.
Just yesterday I was 18 and he was 19 and we were standing in the chapel of our church saying, "I do", and crying like the babies we were.
Just yesterday I got home from a doctor's appointment to see him peeling potatoes because we were having company for dinner and I was late, and stopping abruptly when my very first labor pain hit.
Just yesterday we were holding hands walking into the first, but not the last, house we ever bought.
Just yesterday he moved me and our three babies to a town four hours away from family where I didn't know a soul, but it was okay because I knew him.
Just yesterday the first child grew up, then the second, then the third, and we were left with each other wondering "what happens now?"
Just yesterday we held our first grandchild and wept for the joy of it.
Just yesterday we held onto each other as we watched our parents die and his cancer appear.
Just yesterday we went on a mission trip and felt called together to continue on that journey.
I remember all the yesterdays, and especially the one 47 years ago when we stood in a chapel holding onto each other. I remember them with joy and sometimes tears but always with gladness. I hold the yesterdays in my heart but I'm in love with today and can barely wait for the tomorrows. I'm so glad we began this journey in God's house and that He has walked each step of it with us. And that when this part of the journey ends we will still be together in His presence.