My husband and I had been married 16 years when we fell head over heals in love again. Our marriage had been good, but for a while, lacked a certain spark. Then, after a time of talking over problems and both our desires to renew our marriage, we became like a young couple again.
I couldn’t wait to see him every day. We spent more time together than we had in a long time, talked together more, and sent romantic emails to one another throughout the day.
Our 16th anniversary was approaching and we decided to use the complimentary 2 night stay at a local downtown hotel. Richard had seemed very excited about the weekend away. We were thrilled with the room on the 12th floor that overlooked the city Christmas tree below.
We drove to a nearby Italian restaurant, a cozy and candelit place where there were no fussing children or loud groups. After we placed our orders, my gittery husband took my hands in his. He told me how much he loved me and how he’d marry me all over again. I told him I would too. He smiled and said, "Will you? Will you do it again?" Then he pulled a box from his jacket. We could not afford an engagement ring when we got married, 2 young college students. Inside the velvet box was a beautiful diamond ring.
I had never seen anything so beautiful. Richard took it from the box and put it onto my finger. Then my husband told of the plans he’d been making to renew our vows, setting up the church and minister. "Marry me again," he said. I agreed and 3 months later we walked down the aisle once again, surrounded by friends as my daughter and I met my husband at the alter. It was sweeter the second time around, as I knew exactly what I was getting into and couldn’t imagine life without this man.