Fifteen years ago I was single. It was my last night of being single. Everything was ready for our wedding, and I even got to see Jeff after his “bachelor party” (he and his friends went and played darts, I think).
I was 20, Jeff would turn 26 in two days.
Everything was good. Our wedding was wonderful (except for the stuff with the marriage license), everything was perfect. I couldn’t believe we were actually doing this monumental thing. Still in shock over Jeff’s desire to always be with me, I failed to look around me and enjoy all the day had to offer.
Although now, I would say that day did not matter so much as today does. Yes, we made a vow. But the everyday living shows what a marriage is really made of. Saying “I do” doesn’t mean as much as doing the dishes, communicating clearly, watching out for each other & learning how to best love the person you’re committed to.
15 years have taught me that I am very lucky. Somehow I got the cream of the crop. I used to think I wanted Prince Humperdink (well, more knight-in-shining-armour than Prince H, but you get the idea) but found out that my Farm Boy was a Knight in shining armour in disguise!!
How do you verbalize the love that has gone into 15 years of marriage? How do you express the comfortable feeling of being taken care just the way you need? How do you put into words all the little things (like teaching me to cook, helping me be more tactful & less judgemental, showing me every day how he loves me) that make up 15 years of marriage?
We have grown together. We have loved, lost, been up, been down, rejoiced and sorrowed. 15 years of marriage was not without its bumps, but thankfully God is a master artist and He has created something even more beautiful out of our lives.
15 years ago I did not understand the true meaning of best friend. Tomorrow I look forward to 15+ more years of discovering more of who he is.
