When I wake up tomorrow morning, it will be my 24th wedding anniversary. Yikes! I don't know how we even got old enough to become people who have been married for dozens of years, but here we are. Old, married people who say things like "let's eat at a different restaurant, this one's too loud" and "kids these days" and "How is it 9:00 already? Is it too early to go to bed?"
When we said our vows waaaaaaaaaay back in 1991 (that was before iPhones, children), we had no idea what adventures we had ahead. We were young and in love and we really thought we had it all figured out (probably because there was no Pinterest to tell us what "it all" looked like- with a chalkboard label, distressed, set against a burlap and chevron background, and photographed using an earlybird filter).
The good news is that, though we were wrong about pretty much everything in those days (including, but not limited to, the his-and-her fanny packs we bought especially for our honeymoon trip. that we took to Florida. In August.), we actually made a brilliant decision to say "I do" that day. Turns out, God is great at making beautiful things out of all sorts of circumstances, and in this particular scenario, God did a water-into-wine sort of miracle when he took the choices we made and turned them around to a wonderful, enduring, solid marriage.
I'm interrupting this post because J just yelled out to me from the other room, where he's steadfastly working on his master's thesis, to say that he can tell I'm writing something fun because he can hear me "typing happily" from his office. Apparently, there's a difference from the way I type when I'm doing homework. The man gets me, I tell you.
Anyhoo, what I wanted to say was this about all of that: Time is flying by, my friends. Our son is the same age as the man who put a ring on my finger 24 years ago. Our daughters recently started their junior year of high school- we're already touring college dorms. This part of life is full of BIG moments and FAST changes. It's hard to keep up sometimes.
More and more often, I think about the fact that before I know it, we'll be facing that time when it's just me, the man, and the dog in this once-too-small-but-soon-too-big house. It'll be then when we get to find out if we spent enough time along the way investing in our marriage, solidifying our relationship as husband and wife outside of our roles as mom and dad. Did we do what we set out to do as kids without a clue all those years ago? Did we celebrate our anniversaries as victories? Did we take time out for one another? Did we put aside the things that could divide us?
Thankfully, I don't have to worry about those questions too long. The best thing about being part of a marriage that statistically should never have lasted is that I never have had an excuse to think that it worked because I made all the right choices. Instead, I get to rest in God, who is faithful to provide me with exactly the right guidance: a nudge to apologize when I'm wrong, a poke to behave well when I'm right, a prompt to think of my husband's needs when I'd rather think of my own. The same God who loved us through the early days of our marriage still loves us, still cares for us, and will still be there as we learn to navigate the days yet to come. I have every reason to believe that, should we be allowed more days on this earth, there will be many more posts like these, celebrating a love that beat the odds by the grace of God.
*high five, J. here's to dozens more*
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.
ps: if you're interested, here are the posts from anniversaries past (even though I somehow missed our 23rd!):