Touched by An Angel I first saw Chris at a West Point football game tailgate. Our eyes met from across the parking lot. I stole his hat and ran off with it, and he spent the rest of the night trying to get it back. In the beginning, he was my angel. I remember thinking there must be a God, because love like this is not of this earth. We were blessed with a transcendent connection. Every moment together was like breathing in new life. After graduation, Chris entered the infantry. After a brief training period, he deployed to Iraq. But not before we were married before only close family. He took my hands and said, “I will love you forever, through anything.” I knew he meant it, and I did as well. Every day of his deployment I asked God to send angels to watch over Chris and his men and give them cover. After 10 months, Chris was shot in his hands by an enemy combatant. The single bullet that entered his wrists was only inches from his face. My prayers had been answered. Our love for one another has been the driving force behind his remarkable recovery. He is still my angel, and now I’ve had the opportunity to be his. This June, we will renew our vows before all our friends and family. Reaffirming our faith and commitment, we will once again hold each other’s hands and promise to love each other through anything.