In October Ron and I celebrated our 33rd anniversary . In honor of the amazing person i married I decided to share a memory every Monday from our life together.

So let’s start at the beginning…the first time we met (that we actually talked). My cousin had invited me out on the Salvation Army canteen truck for years. Guess it was finally the right time. The truck and volunteers drove around the city of Cleveland to areas with high population of homelessness and would park and feed people.

That night in July I was still recovering from surgery but doing pretty well. Before we started the night there was always prayer. That night Ron (who was in charge of the weekends) asked if he could pray for me. Of course I said yes.

So Ron stood in front of me, put his hand on my head and prayed in a way that was both powerful and intimate at the same time. I don’t think I ever heard anyone pray for me like that before.

The thought that immediately popped into my head (which I think was God speaking to me) was, “Now that’s the kind of man I need to marry.”