Twenty years ago today my late husband and I stood at the altar and said I Do.
I do in sickness and in health.
I do for richer, for poorer.
I do in good times and in bad.
I do for better or worse.
On that day, Jared and I knew there were going to be times of sickness and times of health. We prayed our way through the sick times and we lived our way through the healthy times. We knew we would have good days and bad days. We were blessed that our good days out numbered the bad. We knew we could make it through anything together.
20 years ago we vowed until death do us part. We had no idea that our vow would come to fruition 14 short years later. We had no idea that death does not end love, that love lives on. That love transcends space and time.
I am so grateful that Jared loved me and spent his forever with me. I was blessed to be his last love. And I know without a doubt I was loved every single day.
Jared died exactly 7 days, one week before our 14th wedding anniversary. He was sick and knew he was dying. And yet he was worried about me. He asked my mom to take me to get me a specific gift if he wasn’t able to do so. That anniversary ring is one of my most priceless gifts. The fact that he planned ahead and wanted to ensure I had a gift on our anniversary shows the type of man and husband he was.
Because of his love and our time together, I am the woman I am today. His love helped shape me. Taught me how to love. Continues to influence my life.
I promised Jared I would live and love. And I have kept that promise. I met someone new, fell in love, and am remarried. My new husband honors my love story with Jared. Celebrates our anniversary. Sends me flowers with a card that says Happy Anniversary to you and Jared.
No matter how far I travel or how much I love another, I will always love Jared. Celebrate our love. Be grateful for the time we had together. And cherish those who celebrate with me.
Twenty years ago Jared and I said I Do.
And I will cherish those memories for the rest of my life.
Long live love.