"This day I marry my best friend, the one I laugh with, live for, dream with, love."
These were the words we used to for our wedding verse. It was true then, and still is now. Seven years ago today, I was incredibly honored to marry my best friend. I was thirty-three years old, and had nearly given up on finding real love. It had taken me thirty-three years, and I went through a lot of frogs, but I finally found my prince. Thank you, Jesus!
The years have gone by quickly. They’ve been amazing years too. We never had that awkward period of adjustment that everyone talks about. The dreaded first year was wonderful. So was the second. And third. As well as every year since. In a way, we really do still feel like newlyweds.
It hasn’t been the picture of perfection though, it’s too real for that. We’ve had some bad times, but mostly good times. There has been pain, but mostly joy. We’ve even had a few disagreements, but never anything serious. I can honestly say we have never had a knock-down, drag-out type of fight. We’ve never yelled at each other, called one another names, or disrespected each other in any way. I guess you could say we’re boring!
As the years have passed, I have remained thankful that God would bless me with such a wonderful man to spend my life with. He is a really good man. It is not a stretch for me to say that he has more honor, integrity and good character than most pastors I’ve known personally and probably more than a whole lot more that I don’t know personally. His faith and his walk with God are very real and very strong. He doesn’t just talk the talk, he walks the walk. He is a good leader, good husband, good provider, good father, and still my best friend. And I am a much better person because I have him in my life.
And honey, if you’re reading this, I still do!
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