I can not believe that 6 years ago on a Friday evening, kinda cold and muggy I married the most wonderful man! Jason each day with you has been such a blessing, you are an amazing friend, father and husband. I do not say it enough but I do believe that I am one of the lucky ones. This is one of the LONG songs that we had played at our wedding but the words could not be truer, you asked for my hand and with each turn of the page in this book of life you hold on tight, I am so glad that I know in my heart you will never let go. I love you very much, thank you for six amazing years, I can not wait to see what the next chapters will bring. A page is Turned by Bebo Norman A page is turned by the wind to a boy in curly grin And the God of second chance A page is turned in this world to reveal a little girl And the God of second chance Beneath the air of autumn, she took him by his hand A page is turned in this life, he's making her his wife Where the God of second chance I look at this two amazing little creatures that we have brought into the world and am very thankful that you chose to take this walk with me.
With a world to conquer at the age of ten
But as history unfolds and the storybook is told
He finds salvation but not at the hands of man
Picked him up and He let him dance
Through a world that is not kind
And all this time, preparing him, the one
To hold him up when he comes undone
Beneath the storm, beneath the sun
And now a man, here you stand
Your day has come
With a heart that's bigger, as it is unfurled
By the language in her soul, that's teaching her to grow
With a careful cover of love that will not fail
Picked her up and He let her dance
Through a world that isn't kind
And all this time, preparing her the one
To hold her up when she comes undone
Beneath the storm, beneath the sun
And grown up tall, here you are
Your day has come
And warm within the ardor, she took his heart instead
And high upon the mountain, he asked her for her hand
Just for her hand
And there is no secret to the source of this much life
When the grace that falls like rain is washing them again
Just a chance to somehow rise above this land
Will pick them up and he'll let them dance
Through a world that is not kind
And all this time, they're sharing with the one
That holds them up when they come undone
Beneath the storm, beneath the sun
And once again, here you stand
And once again, here you stand
Your day has come
Friday, November 12, 2010
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Posted by Lindsey at 2:02 PM
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