Late last night we returned from a wonderful trip to Denver where we spent Christmas with our family. We made several trips back and forth between the houses of Marc's sister and his mother, each time passing the building that used to be the little Reformed church that Marc grew up in. The church where we were married sixteen years ago. It's now a Korean church, but it still brought back fond memories every time we drove by. Memories of a winter wedding between a young couple who could never have dreamed what the next sixteen years would hold. What a wonderful adventure it has been!