We met when we were young. And again when we were old, and scarred, and way too smart to fall in love. But then... we spoke the same language. And laughed a lot. And ate a lot. And worried a little. We traveled the Santiam Pass endlessly. Prayed. Hoped. Imagined. Danced. Became best friends. Fell in love with ten kids. Waited. Waited. Waited. Promised to promise forever. This is the next page in our grace-soaked story. We're so glad you're a part of it.