If you love your job, you haven't worked a day in your life. (Tommy Lasarda)

So that was the dilemma: New Hope Community Church or my father’s house, where my parents were married. I was glad we decided to go to Philadelphia for the wedding but it sure was strange to have my new friends thrown into my old life. My mother and Christian’s mother actual got along quite well, but that was about the extent of the successful integration.

The wedding was small but it was nice. We were married in the meadow beside the house just like my parents were and I hoped that we would have as many happy years together as they did.

We flew back home the next day and had a simple honeymoon at a ranch outside the city. Christian could only get one day off work. That was unfortunate but I didn’t care that we didn’t get to take off to some exotic location. As long as we were together and it didn’t matter how short it was. It could never be long enough to appease me.

I loved our time at the ranch so much that I bought it. I didn’t tell Christian at the time. I saved it for a surprise for his birthday. We went back to the city and he went back to work, he really didn’t need to but that was what he wanted. I respected that. He loved his job. I used to love my job.