I embarked on a journey of one to two. I was one, we were two, the two became one.
It was a very, very chilly day in MN. But it was glorious. Every detail went off without a hitch, everyone looked beautiful and we had a ball. Two kids getting married. Well, I was a kid, Tim was already into his thirties.
Two became one.
Our life together began.
We were solid.
Our life was unsettled.
We were focused, seeking.
Our life was chaotic, confusing.
We were hungry and passionate.
Our life was full of momentum.
Two became five!
We settled down a bit, yet still the stability seemed elusive.
A wild ride to be sure, this life together has been. Many ups and many downs. Many children! I swear to you, they seem to be multiplying...They are working together to overtake us!
We are overwhelmed by God's goodness these 8 years together. We have walked side by side through heartache and loss, through twins and raising boys, selling a duplex, rejoicing in provision straight from the hand of God. Joy and sorrow. Life together.
I'm not usually so "mushy," I don't think it suits me, but today I feel it. I feel the surge of God is weaving an elaborate tapestry with our lives and I long to see the finished piece. Truly only He can weave our lives into something so majestic, something so beyond our ability to celebrate HIM. That's why we're here, to rejoice in Him. Some years are easier than others, aren't they?
Pausing to look back and remember. The humble beginnings when we thought we knew so much. (haha)
Yet somehow, this life we're leading together feels like another's. Not our dreams, but His.
Joy and sorrow. Life together.
Eight years.
So happy I picked a good one. So happy God brought him into my life. Great husband, great father, great friend. Truly a great friend.
Happy anniversary, Babe. xoxo
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