ring ramblings
Our Story: I feel like I’m supposed to tell you a romantic tale of distress and bleakness, and how Jon rode in and saved my heart with his rippling muscles and enchanting blue eyes. I feel like I’m supposed to tell you how he turned it all around, how he made everything better. Unfortunately, that’s not the story I have for you. This story is one that shows much more glory than the romantic love between a crooked-nosed Iowan and a freckle-faced Nebraskan. You see, when I first met Jon in October of 2011, he was everything but an answer to my prayers. My heart was confused and was at a point of crawling through piles and piles of mess and filth. My memory (thankfully) fails me when it comes to the details, but fragments of memories include desperately praying (which turned into rage-filled screams) in the car, taking an hour to get out of bed to face the hopelessness of the day, and being too exhausted to wipe the tears t...