Courtship and love. Sickness and hospitals. Waiting--learning perseverance and patience--crying--hoping.

My summer seems to have been a mishmash of those things.

You all know that last December, a wonderful young man named Justin asked permission to court me. Last spring, it seemed like we could be married by this time. We were specifically hoping for September or October. Once Justin graduated, there was the slight problem of waiting so jobs could open up in the weather service. But, we thought, it shouldn't be a problem, right?