We were just babies when we walked down that aisle seven years ago.
Giddy and fresh out of college, starting our journey together into the world of bills and taxes and a mortgage. (Also known as being an actual adult that doesn’t use your parents’ money when swiping a college I.D. card to buy Combos at 1am.)
We recited vows that are traditional and familiar, but no less meaningful and weighty.
For better or for worse- even when you have to hang pictures on the wall together. (Lord Jesus, be near..)
For richer or for poorer- “Mo money, mo problems”, but also “Need mo money because we overdrafted”.
In sickness and in health- Truly so thankful for good health and minimal sickness.
Somehow, seven years feels both long and short. It feels familiar. I’ve memorized our comfortable rhythm and know him better than the lyrics to my Summer Mix CDs from high school. (And I know my Summer Mix lyrics.) Kind of like I know that he’s going to get a glass of orange juice every night around 10pm. He’ll get home from work and kiss his girls saying “This is the best part of my day”. When we hear someone talk about Martin Luther nailing the theses to the door, I’ll smile to myself because I know we both heard the word “feces”. (By the way, we’re allowed to raise a child.) I see the side of him that few people get to see, but I guess that’s because they don’t know to turn on 90’s rap music in the car. He knows what time my favorite gym class is… my go-to lunch at home… the songs I can’t get out of my head.
In case he hasn’t fully come to question what he’s gotten himself into by marrying me, I made sure to bombard his SnapChat with mature pics and filter choices on our anniversary. Just to note, these were sent while he was responsibly working to provide for our family and I was sitting on the front porch looking like a Certified Millennial taking selfies. Hayy neighbors. In case anyone needs some MARRIAGE GOALS—
I want to point out that his response to the “Check __yes ___no” snap was “If your dome was that big and your eyes were in the middle of your head, then absolutely not.” So apparently one of us meant their vows and the OTHER ONE DIDN’T!!! Awesome!
Our seven years have not been charmed and we are both far from perfect. Many others have had to walk much harder and more challenging journeys in their early years of marriage. And yet, all that to say, I am proud that we’ve survived- and by the grace of God, even thrived- in our seven married years together. This post is simply a celebration of love, ending with a renewal of vows to recognize the commitment we’ve made and our future together:
BAE, I take you as you are, loving who you are now and who you are yet to become. I vow to teach you the right way to load the dishwasher and will try my best not to be a backseat driver. I promise to listen to you and learn from you, unless you start talking about baseball stats and pinch runners and earned run averages, and then I will have to think about other more interesting things like Anna Kendrick’s Twitter feed.
I will celebrate your triumphs and mourn your losses as though they were my own. (However I cannot mourn the loss of the shirt with armpit holes that I threw away.. but we can discuss this later. “If you love something set it free.”) I commit to being FOR you in every way. As you pursue your passions and grow in godliness, I will proudly stand by you and cheer you on. When our journey leads us down painful paths, I will choose to continue fixing my eyes on Jesus first and on you second, because that is the most loving thing I could do.
I promise to keep almonds in my purse to curb the hangry, to cheer for your sports teams (for better or for worse), and to love you as deeply, richly, wholly, fully, and completely as I love dropping ca$h in Target. Here’s to many more! xo!