Waking up early, I remember blinking sleep from my eyes. Slowly, my fuzzy-brained blurry-eyed semi-coherent thoughts came into focus and the dim recognition that today held special promise dawned. I pushed back the covers, roused my sisters and shuffled to the kitchen to eat the only thing that sounded good to me: a big bowl of vanilla ice cream.
Honestly, after that, the day becomes a hazy whir of dresses and flowers and tuxes and worship and people and music and family and sunshine and food and pictures and oreos stuck to cars and volleyball and gifts and laughter and more food.
Filled with God’s presence and blessing, our wedding day, in retrospect, felt perfect. Surrounded by loved ones sharing our joy, we two became one and started on this journey of marriage.
You stand at the altar and make promises. To love. To cherish. To honor. To stick it out in life no matter what. To have each other’s back through good times and crappy times.
And in all our innocence and naiveté and sincerity, we said the vows. We couldn’t possibly know the joys and sorrows and struggles we might face. But in hope and faith, we stepped out and pledged to trust God and each other and share this bumpy, unpredictable, and sometimes treacherous road of life.
And even as I write the words above, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude at God’s faithfulness to us.
And I’m overwhelmed by love–both from God and Brad–that I don’t deserve and sometimes even spurn.
And I’m overwhelmed that despite the crap (and maybe sometimes because of it) we grow closer over the years instead of apart.
From King Solomon:
Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their work:
If one falls down,
his friend can help him up.
But pity the man who falls
and has no one to help him up!
Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm.
But how can one keep warm alone?
Though one may be overpowered,
two can defend themselves.
A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.