I had a feeling that 22 would be a good year…
After getting back from a week in New York City on a missions trip, and Philip being away at Junior High summer camp in southern Illinois, I returned to the Quad City International Airport after a long day of traveling: no shower, hair back, boys basketball shorts… comfort first, ya know?! It’s fine.
I was expecting to be picked up by a family friend because Philip was supposedly out camping with a bunch of friends from school. As I turned the corner to baggage claim wishing I was going to be greeted by Philip after a week apart, I found my guy standing around some of the most loved people in my life, ready to propose. In true Taylor fashion, I screamed and claimed I was going to vomit, and I think I peed a little bit, but what else do you expect?! So excited I get to MARRY this man! The Lord is so faithful.
Philip & I are SOOOO overwhelmed by the love, calls, comments and encouragements: thank YOU for being a part of our story, we love you!
