12 years ago today I met this boy, and soon after he made me a wife and a momma. Man, we were just babies back then!
We had no idea how incredibly hard life was going to be; how we’d have to lay his mom to rest after her battle with cancer, how many other funerals we’d attend, how many bills we’d obtain, not to mention how many cars we’d own in such a short span of time (lesson learned: buy quality and treat your vehicles well).
We didn’t anticipate watching our friends get married, have kids, and then file for divorce. We didn’t know that sort of heartache existed yet.
We just didn’t know much yet.
I didn’t know a thing about commitment, faithfulness, or how to manage a home.
This guy, though? He stood by my side these last 12 years and taught me some, while he’s patiently waited for me to learn the rest.
He knows he’s not the easiest to live with, and I admire that humbleness about him. He is a routine guy through and through, which is 100% opposite from how I operate, but we somehow keep each other balanced.
I feel like my life hadn’t really began until I met him.
Now as the years pass by I realize this is what life and love is really like. It’s this addicting and tedious balancing game where you put your all into everything you do, and with your love by your side you jump in and brace yourself for whatever comes next.
I’ve learned through our struggles and successes that if I can’t handle something, then he probably can, and vice-versa.
Praise God for the way he designed us to be TOGETHER. We were meant to be a team.