14 years ago tonight,
I was spending my last evening as a single woman in the periwinkle-painted walls of my childhood room, and I was feverishly packing for our honeymoon.
because, in the commotion and stress and busyness of student teaching, wedding planning, and moving apartments, I had forgotten to actually pack for the 2-week road-trip we were going to take for our honeymoon.
that last evening is burned upon my heart...trying to decide which button-down shirt would look better with the khaki shorts I wanted to wear as we drove...sorting make-up between the stuff I wanted for our wedding day and the stuff I wanted for our honeymoon...a midnight conversation with my dearest friend, as we reflected on life together.
I awoke early the next morning
- earlier than I should have for the length of day that would commence! -
and with a full heart, I realized that that was the day I had long been awaiting.
and now, 14 years later,
I smile at my young-bride-self.
so full of love, and innocence, and a bit of fresh naivety on the life that would become.
the life that would become brought a lot of hard...
and yet in that hard would come a depth of faith, a depth of character, and depth of love for each other that I didn't know could exist.
in that hard would come a depth of understanding of how marriage mirrors the Trinity, how it mirrors the covenantal love our Savior has for HIS bride, and I am humbled to my core to attempt to reflect that love well. There is no other man on earth I'd rather spend the rest of my life with, and I love Matt from the deepest part of my heart.
14 years ago,
my oh-so-young self said "I DO",
for better or for worse, in sickness and in health.
I still do.
oh, how I still do.
Happy Anniversary, Matt!