Cross-legged I sit, my mind filled with memories of nineteen years gone by. Who would have guessed the first time his soft, clammy hand met mine, that it would be the hand I would want to hold forever. I can still see him..the first time we met...the first date...the terrified boy staring at me as I walked down the aisle of commitment. Children growing up alongside one another...trying to find our way...while raising children. We had no idea what we were doing but together we were determined. Life swept in with a vengeance. Pressures mounted. Emotions twisted into a whirlwind as tumultuous tongues whipped about, leaving us wounded and bloody. Doubts and fears overshadowed truth. I wondered often if we would make it. I still hear the viperous hissing of those that declared we wouldn't. God had a different plan. At times I've questioned His plan - His goodness. Maybe I married the wrong man? Perhaps if I had united with one more like myself...it wouldn't be s