February 26, 1999, 13 years ago today, I said I do. I said I do to the man I love, loved, and will always love. My wedding was an evening wedding with candles and dim lights. I wore a cream colored fitting dress with a shear shawl. Long elegant gloves and a crown, a princess crown. I was the happiest girl alive that day in spite of the adversity that existed. You see, I met (actually re-met) my husband on Sept. 20th at his home during a going away celebration for his mom. I say re-met because the very first time I met my husband we were around 7 years old. Yes, 7 years old in church, during Sunday school. We grew up together in the church. We sang on the same choir, we played together, laughed, smiled with each other. All the while I never knew he had a crush on me. We were friends who enjoyed each others company whenever we were around each other. He came to my home, I went to his. I remember him always being there, not necessarily for me in any particular way, just be...