Today, our little marriage turns 14 years old.
I used to classify our marriage years by a word or tag line.
That’s gotten harder over the years as the years get more complicated. There are high highs and low lows. There is great joy and sorrow mixed in together.
Well, you might imagine what this year will be most remembered for.
But it’s silly really because there was a huge swath of the year that had nothing to do with this quarantine and economic recession.
We celebrated the kids turning 10! That’s right, our marriage survived TEN years with triplets!
We had a wonderful holiday season where our marriage was in one of the best places of its tenure.
After the New Year, we had a really terrible couple of months which we bounced back from but only just before we left for Spring Break.
We had a wonderful family vacation.
We had a couple’s getaway while the kids were at camp.
14 years and counting.
We still live in the same house that we moved me into after our honeymoon. Crazy really given all the houses I lived in growing up.
We’re at the same church. The kids are going to the same school now for four years. We have friends and jobs and health. This wasn’t a year where we found a hole in my brain or we went through brutal fertility treatments. We still have all our family members with us.
Marriage is hard. Don’t let anyone tell you newly engaged couples any different. But it is absolutely worth it.
I love Bray so much. More than I knew possible when I told him I’d love him ’til death us do part’ all these mornings ago.
It stormed the morning of our wedding. Brutal ugly storm. But by the time we were standing at the front of the church with a sanctuary full of family and friends the storms had moved off and the sun was shining.
A foreshadowing of the years to come.
Apart and together. Storms and sun.
We did good baby – I can’t wait for the next 14 years. Really. I’m not just saying that. I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather do “all this” with than you.