This is a long one. But a very special one. Because as happens with my almost every day I waited too long to find the time to write the story to keep it brief and make it polished. But I have to write it anyway. Because, like I said, this is a special one. A special story about a guy.
My guy. This day. Seventeen years ago on this day in the little red church above the big blue sea. What an unforgettable day. What a life we’ve built. What a love we share.
Some of the days that filled these years were harder than I'd have liked them to be. But look at us, our forever still intact and he’s still standing next to me.
17 years ago we were all young and good looking and naïve to the ways of the married world that lay ahead. Two people who stayed out late and slept in later, who had never argued over finances or stressed over fevers. Ah yes, just two people in love. Little did we know the havoc this world of tantrums and time outs, of skinned knees and schoolwork, of soccer practices and sleepless nights would bring.
Before that day in that little red church we also had no idea how big little love can feel. Never could we imagine that day that when we added our two to us two that our happiness would get even bigger. And that our love could grow stronger.
But it did. And my James, he lays down his life every day for me, and for us, and what that looks like is a thousand ordinary moments stitched together into the testimony of a good man who comes home to me, to us, every day.
It does my heart good every time I stop to look around. To look around and see the life we've built, the love we share, the world we face, together, every day.
This is our love -- to live each small, sometimes unbearably tedious or impossibly frustrating moment – and every magical momentous moment -- together. To trip over old jokes and misunderstandings. To touch cold feet under the covers and hold our hearts as we watch with pride, and exhaustion, as our children grow. This is our love – and our promise to each other every day – to always come back together to live our messy, beautiful life together.
Happy anniversary to my main Murph – to you and me on this day 17 years ago, every day since, and the forever ahead of us. Thank you for us – all of us. We made it. We are awesome.
My guy. This day. Seventeen years ago on this day in the little red church above the big blue sea. What an unforgettable day. What a life we’ve built. What a love we share.
Some of the days that filled these years were harder than I'd have liked them to be. But look at us, our forever still intact and he’s still standing next to me.
17 years ago we were all young and good looking and naïve to the ways of the married world that lay ahead. Two people who stayed out late and slept in later, who had never argued over finances or stressed over fevers. Ah yes, just two people in love. Little did we know the havoc this world of tantrums and time outs, of skinned knees and schoolwork, of soccer practices and sleepless nights would bring.
Before that day in that little red church we also had no idea how big little love can feel. Never could we imagine that day that when we added our two to us two that our happiness would get even bigger. And that our love could grow stronger.
But it did. And my James, he lays down his life every day for me, and for us, and what that looks like is a thousand ordinary moments stitched together into the testimony of a good man who comes home to me, to us, every day.
It does my heart good every time I stop to look around. To look around and see the life we've built, the love we share, the world we face, together, every day.
This is our love -- to live each small, sometimes unbearably tedious or impossibly frustrating moment – and every magical momentous moment -- together. To trip over old jokes and misunderstandings. To touch cold feet under the covers and hold our hearts as we watch with pride, and exhaustion, as our children grow. This is our love – and our promise to each other every day – to always come back together to live our messy, beautiful life together.
Happy anniversary to my main Murph – to you and me on this day 17 years ago, every day since, and the forever ahead of us. Thank you for us – all of us. We made it. We are awesome.
