Five years ago last Saturday, Ramont and I got married. It was a hot, dry summer day, with a tractor pull contest across main street from First Mennonite Church in Mountain Lake, Minnesota. The ceremony was exactly what we wanted: a choir of our friends singing music we liked as well as congregational hymns, great organist, family members participating in different ways, a loong sermon by Willmar (wait, we requested succinct... :), faspa afterwards, and several other family/friends events before and after. We so much enjoyed that weekend. It was a good start to our married life.
And here we are five years later, absolutely unable to imagine life without the other. We are among the lucky few who have spent almost every single day more or less together (and will for the foreseeable future). We've lived four-fifths of our married life in Bolivia. We've had one of our wedding rings stolen at gun point (when we were both there, wearing them). We've learned two new languages. We've come by two little kiddies. And we talk a lot about the next sixty years, namely how great they'll be.
Yes, we are truly among the lucky.
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