Somehow, someway, even though we are obviously still newlyweds, today is our 10th wedding anniversary.
A DECADE, y'all.
We've been through a lot these past ten years. It hasn't always been pretty. It hasn't always been fun or easy or romance novel worthy- but I love our journey. And our story from single kids to newlyweds to working professionals to parents hasn't been perfect. But marriage takes work and dedication and choosing love and there is literally nobody else out there on the entire planet that I would ever want to go through life with than my husband.
I love you, Boo.
All women think that their husband is the best and noblest and funniest and hardest working and best father and most Christlike man to ever walk this Earth- but I'm right. I really am. Because mine is.
A lot has happened over these last ten years, y'all.
We've broken two coffee pots, but not our promises to one another.
We've gone through surgeries and sadness, but not separation.
We've killed house plants and microwaves and 2,763 swarming termites, but not our love for one another.
We've battled stomach viruses and hurricanes and flea outbreaks but never our marriage vows.
There have been broken dishes and cracked windshields but our union has never shattered.
We've birthed three babies and raised our standards for marital joy.
We've given away countless outdated outfits and unloaded boatloads of petty arguments.
We've gotten over the first few rocky years of marriage and our own self centered view of what marriage should really be like.
We've changed diapers and our own stinky attitudes.
We've planted trees and put down roots together.
We've decimated dollarweed and died to ourselves for Christ and each other.
We've had roommates and housemates and fights that dragged on way longer than they should have.
We've bickered and bugged each other and been blessed beyond measure.
We've brewed one another enough coffee to float the Ark.
We've compromised on paint colors and supper choices and laundry folding techniques but never on our convictions.
We've gone to bed mad but always woken up beside each other.
We've fought with each other- but we've given up keeping score.
We've binge watched Netflix and gorged on Chinese take out but still haven't gotten sick of one another.
We've settled the white Christmas lights vs. colored Christmas lights debate but still can't agree on what type of milk is superior.
We've nursed one another through surgeries and childbirthing and migraines and the worst sunburns that have ever occurred in the history of The Gulf of Mexico. No joke.
We've come up with countless inside jokes and dorky ways to amuse ourselves like hiding dirty socks in pillowcases and stashing outdated yearbook pictures into lunch boxes.
We've sacrificed time and money and sleep and priorities and used those resources to build a Christ-centered home for the family we've been given.
And our blessings have abounded.
We've been through trials. Tons of them. And we've used those turbulent waters not to drown our relationship or erode our union but to force us even closer together as we battle the waves that crash into our lives.
With loads of prayer and the Lord's help, we've made the foundation of our marriage a strong one and formed an unshakeable bond through the vows that we made in His presence that afternoon ten years ago today.
We've clung to Him through this 1st decade of our marriage will continue to do so for the next 6 or 7 that we'll spend together as husband and wife.
"And the rain fell, and the floods came down, and the winds blew and slammed against that house; and yet it did not fall, for it had been founded on The Rock." -Jesus, Matthew 7:25