6 whole years. 6 years of daily deciding it was worth it. 6 years of fighting and making up. 6 years of learning to serve and compromise. 6 years of laughter and tears. 6 years of dreams and disappointments and discovery.
I married a man my polar opposite. He is country, I love the action of a city. He is slow, I do everything quickly. I love a good story, he will not exaggerate the smallest detail. He loves boots, I love heels. He loves an action packed vacation, I love a great book and the ocean.
But the longer I am married to him, the more I realize...we are more alike than we think. Or perhaps we love each other enough that we want the other's dreams for our own. I now want to someday curl up on our front porch swing in the country, sharing a cup of hot coffee and praying for our grandchildren. I want to be honest to the core, just like him. I want to be touched easily, just like him.
And most importantly, I am daily seeing why God chose him for me. He is discerning and strong and wise. He upholds me when I come apart. He points me to the Savior when I get out of line. He makes (and likes to make) me happy. He works harder than anyone I know and loves to serve. He can be tough but I feel privileged to be the one to see him with the walls down every day. I love that he cannot pray without getting teary. I love that He is a man of honor. I love that he has integrity and will not try to explain away faults. I love that he never holds a grudge. I love that he never walks away when it is hard. I love that he still pursues me.
I am so deeply blessed. Thank you, Father, for this man that you daily work on and his letting you. Thank you for placing him beside me to serve beside. I am better because of him. But you knew that. Thank you.