Those kids in the picture had no idea what was in store for them. The idea we had of marriage went out the door pretty early on. I’ve come to learn that the idea of that adventurous amazing marriage doesn’t grow and take root on those mountaintop experiences!
It happens in the places you don’t expect. The Netflix-watching and board game-playing. In the small moments of serving and praying for one another.
It grows in the ugly and unglamorous places. In the monotony of grinding it out to pay the bills and mortgage(s). In the the new city miles away from family. And being apart more than we were together.
It grows deeper than ever in the dark places. In the fights. In the labor and delivery of a beautiful baby boy. In the insecurities of this new extra and sagging skin. Did I mention ALL THE INSECURITIES?!
It grows in the realizing it’s better to be friends than to be right. In saying sorry over and over again. In breaking down our pride and realizing Jesus covers all of it and leaning in to love even harder.
That is the soil where love grows deep.
The Lord is FAITHFUL. What an amazing half a decade!
I blinked and five years have come and gone. I dream of our story. Our fairytale. I’m honored to be your girl and to do this life with you. I made it all this way without a “wood” joke… you’re welcome.
Happy Anniversary, Mr. Whitson.
To many more!
