Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Hard to believe I have been happily married to the literal man of my dreams for two years now.
Year one was bliss. It was laughter, dancing in the kitchen, and spur of the moment date nights on a Tuesday. It was binge watching Netflix and staying up way too late, sleeping in, and being late to work. It was remodeling our little house and dreaming up big plans for the future. It was fighting with the kitchen sprayer and arguing over who was responsible for dishes. Year one was filled with memories of carefree adventure and spontaneity.
Year two was harder. It was twin pregnancy hormones, miscarriage, joy and sadness all wrapped up in one. But it was wonderful. It was laying in the bed crying next to my best friend while he held me tight. It was wondering how I would ever find the energy for another day and waking up to find breakfast made for me. It was having someone rub my feet and try to get the right pressure points so I would finally go into labor (which didn’t work). It was having someone hold me tight when I thought labor pains would kill me. It was him literally holding me up while I birthed our child in a pool. But in the midst of all the hard times it was so much joy. It was painting a nursery and daring to see who would start the paint fight. It was picking out baby names and dreaming of our sweet girl. It was playing board games on Christmas Eve eve, Sunday trips to the dog park, and making our own family traditions. It was wondering why we ever wanted a baby when she wouldn’t stop crying at 4 am no matter what we tried. It was taking 4 hours to watch one movie because we had to stop so many times to calm a fussy baby. It was hysterical laughter as our newborn baby latched on to him to try and breast feed. It was watching him transform into a daddy as he rocked and swayed our newborn in the nightlight, whispering how much he loved her. Year two was a year of growth; the year we grew into our own family.
Our marriage isn’t perfect, but I’m convinced God blessed us with a once in a lifetime love. There is no one on this planet I would rather spend my days with; the good ones and the bad ones. My husband loves to hunt, fish, golf, garden, and work with his hands. But, more than that, he loves our sweet girl and he loves me. And the best part is, more than he loves both of us, he loves Jesus and follows hard after HIM. He is sold out and that makes him an incredible husband. He is patient (most of the time), he is kind, and he is definitely not self-seeking. So excited for what year three will bring our way!