(What I said in my toast:)
One night, when we were in probably ninth or tenth grade, Mary and I made lists of qualities we wanted in our husbands.
(Because it's what you do as a Christian teenage girl, okay?).
She wrote down,
"I want to marry the person I respect most in the world."
Six years later,
she told me they were starting to talk about marriage.
Like really talk about it.
Like maybe, this boy she'd been dating, he was the one she would marry.
"Well. Is he the person you respect most in the world?"
And she said,
I was honored to stand with you.
I can't wait to see the next fifty years.