Today is Doug's and my 24th wedding anniversary. We were 42 and 44 when we married; and I remember thinking to myself, "Well, at least, if we're making a mistake, we won't have to live with it as long as some people."
I don't think either of us thought we'd live long enough to say we'd been married 24 years. That would make us 66 and 68, and that seemed awfully old. Besides, we felt that there was a good possibility that the Lord would come back before that much time went by.
But here we are, 24 years later, remembering our special day and celebrating all over again.
My lovely niece, Beckie, was in charge of the guest book.
The wedding party.
Pledging our love and faithfulness before God and our witnesses.
Officially man and wife.
Here we are with Doyle and Janet, the couple who introduced us.
Cutting the cake.
And they lived happily ever after.