July 5th marked 10 years together.
July 21st marks 5 years married.
Can I rhetorically ask where the time went? We met when I was 14, he was 15. We hung out in the same social circle in high school, attended the same after-school activities, never thought about us as an actual “us”. A few relationships later, we found each other in a new light. I was 17, he was 18. We were committed to “keep each other single”. Looks like we got the last laugh on that one. Within a month of making that commitment, we became committed to each other. I left for college an hour away, came home every weekend and we stayed together the whole time. We talked about getting married someday… someday after college. We talked about how many children we wanted. We did all of this only spending roughly 2 days together a week, primarily dating on the phone during my entire college career.
Fast forward to Mother Day 2006, a day that I least expected a proposal, in a place I least expected… church. Let me just say that it couldn’t have been more perfect… and embarrassing as I broke out into tears and a sweat in front of the entire congregation. I had dreamt about that special moment for 4 years (my dreams didn’t include that much sweat) and I couldn’t have planned it better. He planned it for us, all the way down to the finest details.
July 21, 2007. The. Best. Day. Ever. Everything was perfect. I was relaxed. I knew that no matter what, I was still going to be his wife at the end of the evening. It didn’t matter if the flowers were perfect (they were) or if a bridesmaid slipped (they didn’t) or if the DJ forgot to start the music on time (he did—HA!). What mattered was that the rest of my life was starting at 6:00 PM at Riverwood Mansion in Nashville, TN. I have no regrets.
Our marriage is wonderful. We have our own trials and are committed to never letting the sun go down on our troubles. We’ve battled family problems, job changes, infertility, a scary pregnancy and now parenthood. Every step we take is taken together and there are no regrets.
I am married to a great man. He is a wonderful husband and father. I’m blessed more than I deserve and I am thankful that God chose this man for me. I thoroughly believe we’ve been created for each other—that I am of his rib—and that there is no force (earthly or spiritually) than can tear what we have apart. I love my husband.
That is all.