October 25, 2008.
This date holds a
place in my heart like no other. It was the day I married my best friend. I
vowed to love and cherish him until death do us part. I placed my heart in his
hands in hope of a beautiful future.
When we said our vows
8 years ago, we knew we were bound to face hard times. We had no idea that
infertility would become a part of our story. We never would have guessed that
God would alter our lives in a way that will require an unmeasurable amount of
time to heal. Our vows have been tested. Our love for one another has been
forged in the fire.
And through it all,
we’ve overcome.
The last 8 years have
also brought us so much joy. We are working towards building our “grow old”
home. We are soaking up every possible second with our two beautiful children.
We have seen each other through new jobs and ministries. We have danced in the
rain. We have sat quietly, just enjoying being in one another’s presence. We
have seen dreams, our dreams, come true.
I will forever be
grateful for the man I get to call my husband. He is proof that while we think
we know what we want, God truly knows what we need. He is more than I could
have asked for. He is the spiritual leader of our home. My man loves Jesus! He
raises his family in this way and loves me as Christ loves the church. I cannot
imagine myself with anyone else. I look forward to prayerfully growing old with
this man of mine.
So here’s to many
more years with this love of mine…
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