I do pt. Deux

While living in Charlotte, NC, my grandmother called and felt it was on her heart to introduce Michael and I via letter writing regardless of the 3,000 mile difference. We began writing each other letters daily. Letters turned into phone calls and eventually I flew out to Oregon to meet Michael in a prison visiting room. 6 months later I moved to Oregon to wait for Michael for 14 more months and during that time we got married. We were called to honor God with our marriage and in that it felt like we gave up the dream to have a wedding, until now.