Four years later…
debt-free,
one miscarriage,
one trip to Africa,
two apartments,
one stint living with your dad,
one cross-country move,
two years at seminary (with more to go),
and the unknown before us.
I often think we’ve experienced more than’s normal for the first years of married life. Maybe not, but it sure feels that way. We’re treading this life together and for that I am glad.
You’re the dreamiest and awesome and the best man for me. I’m so glad you waited through my oblivion and started awkward conversations with me. I could use so many cliches to say how wonderful you are…but I won’t.
I’m thankful you love me just the way I am, even when I look in the mirror and pick myself apart. I love seeing you father our children and how you tell me I can do it…that I’ll pull through…whatever challenge the day brings, even when I feel I’m drowning in it.
I am so blessed that you speak life into me. After years of believing I was worthless and living in rejection, you are the hands and feet and lips of Jesus who says I am worthy and precious in His sight. You are my encourager…my dream pusher when I say it’s stupid and not important.
You lead me and keep me as your friend and lover. We laugh and we cry and sometimes we keep our mouths shut. We’ve got years to grow, my love.
And I love you forever and ever…until we die. Because you and me…we’re only a picture.
Happy Anniversary!
*In case you’re wondering, we’re 500 miles apart because I’m visiting my family in South Carolina while Joe has work and school in Kentucky.
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