December Seventh. For those in my grandparents generation it's Pearl Harbor Day.
For Marathon Girl and I, it's the day I asked her to marry me.
Three years ago in cold, snowy Logan Canyon, Marathon Girl agreed to take the leap.
It seems like yesterday.
Looking back I'm still amazed things worked out the way they did. But now I can see lots of little miracles that happened along the way that allowed us to reach that point where Marathon Girl agreed to be my wife.
Some things, I believe, are meant to be.