For the first time ever this spring, I bought a pair of rose bushes for our yard. My husband enjoys his view of the roses from his man cave. They serve as a reminder that I will care as lovingly for him as I do them.

I recently came across my notes from a ceremony I attended more than twenty years ago. I’ll share my recollections with you. Remembering this couple and how they lived through a time of intolerance to a time when they could openly celebrate their union, gives me hope.