Thursday, August 4, 2016
Fifteen Years Ago Today
I look at those young faces and think, "If they only knew." But, of course, there's no way for anyone to know what will come down the pike the next day, much less the next year or decade.
Fifteen years ago, we couldn't foresee the highs and lows, the career shifts, or the future children who would enter our family, one by one, and impact nearly all waking moment of our current days. We didn't know the places we'd live, the stories we'd be able to tell, or the battle scars we'd have. We didn't know how much of married life would be consumed with mundane tasks, like taking out the trash, or scheduling the next dentist appointment, or figuring out what to eat for dinner, or texting one more thing for the other to pick up at the grocery store on the way home.
Back then, we didn't know much about anything, really, except that we were ready to say I do. So we said it. And every day since then, we've kept saying it, even through inevitable frustrations and hurts, sleep-deprivation and sicknesses, conflicting schedules and busy lives.
I choose to love him. He chooses to love me, which is most profound when I'm not very lovable. Fifteen years ago, all the moments in between, today, and as far as our eyes can't even see:
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