Hey buddy, I think we might just be doing it. I think we might just be figuring this married thing out. I know we started out with those little hearts in our eyes and some pretty silly ideas about what being married is supposed to be like. I know we went through a season or two where we let our personal struggles get in the way of being all the way on the same team, but we loved each other through it and we didn’t run, and we didn’t quit. We did a lot more growing up in our forties than I think either of us suspected we’d need to, but hey, better late than never!
We made it though the years of holiday hell when we seemed to get in our biggest fights thirty minutes before the family rang the doorbell. We survived the great Pinto Court surrender. We said goodbye and good riddance to a gall bladder that was giving both of us fits. We have shared seasons of mourning. We have experienced both lean and abundant times and have learned that neither is all good nor all bad.
I’ve watched you change and grow and adapt as life dealt some pretty tough blows and I watched you come out on the other side humbled and with a much stronger faith in God’s plan. We’ve had adventures and are planning new ones. We’ve worked together personally and professionally. We’ve celebrated turning forty right after we (re) met and we celebrated turning fifty with some epic vacations. And even though you may moan and groan about being “fifty years of age,” I like us better now. I like who we’ve become and who we’re becoming. I like being able to read you. I like knowing what you’re going to say and I love that you are still full of surprises.
Those vows I took eight years ago, these mean so much more to me today because today I know some of what I’m getting into. I’m saying I choose you to do this messy, loving, challenging, baffling, beautiful life with and I’m making a promise to do my level best to keep sticking with you, loving you, trusting you, lifting you up through all of it. I’m going to keep asking God to make me better for you, kinder to you, and more loving with you. I choose you over and over again, I choose you.
“I, Jennifer take you, Steven to be my husband, to love and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do us part. This is my solemn vow.”
Happy 8th Anniversary to my sweet husband. My heart is still at your service. Forever and ever, one day at a time. Squish.