Heath and I were engaged and waited about a year and a half before we married. We had a beautiful church wedding and all the girls were in the wedding and they were paired off with Heath's friends who were great guys and all but one were black. The girls were carefully partnered with Heath's friends and some of them actually went on to date for a while.
We saved our money for this great wedding as I couldn't see my parents paying for my wedding because I was older and had the money saved for it. Since we paid for the entire wedding, my parents gave us the money they would have spent on the wedding and also a small trust fund they set up for me that I completely forgot about. With their wedding gift, my trust fund and the money that Heath has been saving, we were able to purchase a house for cash and just be responsible for paying our monthly bills and our real estate taxes. We were living really good.
About a year ago, I asked Heath if we could adopt a child because I always wanted one and I was told I could never have any and at my age it wouldn't be healthy for me even if I was able too. Heath was thrilled to hear that and we happen to be looking at the right time for us but the wrong time for his niece as she had just had a beautiful baby boy but was diagnosed with lung cancer and the girl never smoked a day in her life. She had asked her Uncle Heath if he would look after her son James if she becomes unable to care for him and give him a good home and a good life and he asked me first and I agreed.