Music has always been a part of our story. In May of 2010 I was preparing to go to on a mission trip to Haiti. One Friday evening my team hosted a fundraiser, which featured nine local bands. Michael took the stage with the first band, and while the music was good, it was his sincerity throughout the rest of the night that really won me over.
Over the course of the next 10 months, we dated, met each other’s families and friends, got engaged and got married. Some might say the beginning of our story was fast and furious. Although the time was short, it was Michael’s music that encouraged our relationship to grow. On our third date, he took me to a park, and he sang a song that he wrote for me. It started off: “You are my home, for the rest of my days. I will be yours, faithful and true, as long as I live. I love how we met, how you let me in. I thank God for days we’ve shared and the nights yet to come. I can picture you dancing somewhere next to me…”
That man had vision. Through his music I saw life, the way he saw life. I saw me, the way he saw me. I saw the future he wanted for us, and I realized I wanted that future too. As we spent more time together and planned for our life together, Michael wrote more songs and brought more music to our lives. His lyrics and melodies filled my days with hope and faith—and when we were apart I carried his songs with me.
Now, four and a half years later (with three years of marriage and a perfect baby boy), he fills our home and lives with music, and I continue to carry his songs with me. I’ll leave you with one of my favorites: Our Little Boat.