Lucky Rain

Fifteen years ago, the night before Knute and I got married, it rained cats and dogs.

"That's a good thing," someone told us during the festivities of the next day. "It's good luck to get rain the night before a wedding."

I don't remember if it was Knute's dad who told us that bit of wisdom (seems likely) and I don't know where that saying comes from (no, I didn't do a google search on it - I can be ok with not knowing everything about everything).

But after fifteen years, what I still know is this:


Laughter, joy, and his total and never-ending love. 

I'd run down that aisle again and again and again.

I love you Knute.

Always.