As I was walking back to my apartment one day, I came across this:

It struck me as surprisingly powerful. I went home and shared what I had seen with my roommates. We talked about it fondly, praising whoever stopped and gave the time to write that on the stairs. It was a nice thing to see after a long day of school. I have since thought about if often, especially the day I was married. I thought about how I wanted to make the commitment to be with my husband every step of his way, of our way, as we were going to join together to make the trek home to heaven. I want to love and support my husband with everything that I am, and I know that he wants to do the same for me. With this commitment to each other, I know that we will be a happy family.