7,379 feet.
That was the elevation we were at.
I’ve climbed higher mountains, but there was something about this one that was different. Something that was special.
It was a rocky, steep climb to Lookout Mountain, Colorado, that involved feet slipping and sliding, and our eyes watching rocks fall all the way down to nothing but darkness.
I was hesitant to even make the climb. I was on hands and knees while my fingers dug into cactus needles, just so I could keep my balance and avoid from falling.
Kiersten was in high heels, a beautifully beaded dress that got caught on branch after branch, and even myself being in flat shoes, I couldn’t imagine how she was making the climb in the dress and the heels she wore.
I could tell it wasn’t a hike that everyone typically makes. There wasn’t a real path to walk on, many of the rocks were not stable, and the only way to go back was through a steep, uphill climb.
Johnnie was there for Kiersten through it all though.
He held her dress, he held her hand. He saw how hard the hike was for her in heels and the radiating dress she wore, so he told her to get on his back, and he carried her. He carried her and balanced her, and told her he wasn’t going to let her fall.
And he didn’t.
So I stood there hardly able to catch my breath, with my feet on the tips of loose rocks, in awe.
This is what marriage is all about, friends.
It’s rocky, it’s hard, it’s challenging. But if you work together through it all, and lead one another through the rocky times, you will see all of the beauty in those times and that it was worth every bit of the climb.
xoxo
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