Steven and Jennifer

This is a dream. This is real.

Jennifer Lynn fell out of the sky on March 29th. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, when I picked her up for our first (blind) date, my heart racing, palms good and sweaty.

Aside from that old knowing thing people like us look for, Lifehouse sorta sealed the deal, we're fond of saying. They played in the background first, then on center stage two weeks later at the Hard Rock cafe in Universal Studios.

But it was before then, on a windy Saturday morning, on a network of mansion-laden lakes and mossy tree-covered canals, and a conversation that peeked into each other's hearts over brunch at a sidewalk cafe in Winter Park afterwards, that kind of did me in.

I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Between those beautiful emerald eyes and the sweet tenderness of her soul, I trusted Jennifer immediately. She had my heart.

Jennifer is the definition of grace, for me. There's nothing I could've done to deserve her or make her happen. She just came, out of nowhere. And like a gift, I'm receiving her.

I am repeatedly humbled and overwhelmed with gratitude. She is God's perfect gift to me. She says the same is true for her (that I'm a gift from God to her). It's a compliment that as often as she pays me I'm doing my best to do her the honor of receiving.

In grace (it's what it's all about)

Steven