On August 4th, 2004, I married the love of my life.
This blue eyed, blonde haired, Marine stole my heart.
With his genuine kindness, giving heart, servant attitude, witty humor, gorgeous smile, captivating baby blues, and it didn't hurt that he looked AWESOME in a uniform!
Last year was a very special anniversary for us.
We had a lot to celebrate :
10 years of marriage.
3 beautiful children.
Lots of family.
The beginning of a life of ministry and worshipping our Lord together.
Not only all those things.
Each one is enough reason to celebrate.
But, 2013-2014 was such a difficult time.
Not only in my health, in my own body.
But, in our family and in our marriage.
I jokingly/seriously said while in the hospital : "if I make it through this, I am getting my wedding in a church and getting my dress!"
Although I was very serious about it, at the time, it wasn't my main focus.
The wedding, the place, the dress, the napkins, the candles, it's not the most important thing.
In fact, none of those things even matter at all.
We could have gotten married in a courthouse snack room, with a tunic dress I bought at Ross for $10, a bouquet of flowers from Wal-Mart for $3, and a mini reception for 5 people at Applebee's, afterwards. And, it still would have been a magical day.
Oh, wait! That DID happen!
We were still married. We still loved each other and were surrounded by people who loved us. {They may not have all been HAPPY about it at the moment..*ahem*Lisa* Ha! But they loved us, nonetheless}
Our marriage is not dependant on the venue, or dress, or food served. Our marriage is dependant on Christ and His love for us.
Our marriage is dependant on our attitudes and our willingness to put each other above ourselves.
We haven't "mastered marriage". Unfortunately, this side of heaven, we never will.
He is going to annoy me and I am going to frustrate him. It has happened and it is going to happen time and again. But, we have love. We have Christ. That's enough for us.
This Tuesday, we will be celebrating 11 years of marriage.
I cannot believe how quickly time passes.
I want to soak up every last minute.
I want to love my husband more than I did yesterday.
I want to adore him more than I did 10 years ago.
I want to need him more than I did 2 years ago.
He forgives me for my short comings, he gives me chance after chance to get "wife things" right.
And, I forgive him, and I give him chance after chance to get "husband things" right.
That is what marriage is.
Loving him, loving me, through it all.
For better or worse. Through sickness and health.
Til death do us part.
The devil has thrown lots of things our way. We have caused our OWN problems, too!
But, by the grace of God, we are still standing here, together. 10 years, 363 days.
Happy Anniversary, honey!




