Sunday, June 13, 2010

One month later...

I was three years old when Jared was born. Grandpa and Grandma took me to the hospital to visit the new baby. When we walked in, I saw my dad at the end of the hall and I ran running into his arms, yelling, "I have a new baby brother! I have a new baby brother!"

I was 27 years old when Jared got married. I had the privilege of standing up with his bride at their wedding. When she came into the back room after the ceremony, I ran into her arms and said, "I have a new sister!"

1 comment:

  1. Oh, beautiful, beautiful!! How sweet weddings are... all the remembering and treasuring they make us do...