We were so young back then. Or, at least, it seems like we were young now that we’re in our [gasp!] thirties. We were so full of excitement at what was to come, anticipation for our future, joy for the love God gave us. We hoped for so much, and yet we had no idea how good it could be.
I remember lots of raw emotions the first year. Some fighting and crying, lots of laughing, some terror at the prospect of becoming parents so quickly. Cooking mac n cheese, corn dogs, spaghetti. Watching the Simpsons and Wheel of Fortune on the couch after dinner in our tiny 1-bedroom apartment.
Now I look back and can see the way God used our marriage and our children and the details of our lives to shape us into who He wants us to be. He’s using each other and our babies to refine us. And to bless us.
Every day we have a choice to love each other and our kids, or not. Every day we face the decision of how we will live: by the Spirit, in love and truth, or for ourselves.
I’m praising God today that every single day of our marriage you have chosen me. You have chosen to keep your eyes off other women and on me. You have chosen to read your Bible, pray, and study so that you can be a great leader of our home. Every single day – even when I’m grouchy and tired and wear oversized tshirts and sweats to bed – you choose to show Christ’s love to me. Your love challenges me to be a more Christlike woman.
It’s been the best 9 years of my life.