Twenty years ago today, he asked me to be his girl, and prayerfully walk towards marriage together.
Twenty years later, 2 college degrees, 2 masters degrees, 6 kids (5 this side of Heaven), 2 ministry calls (in vastly different communities) in which we have loved & engaged deeply, and 17 & 1/2 years of marriage later, here we are. We’re not kids anymore. We’re not young anymore. But through all the ups and downs, joys and sorrows, we’re still in love. And still so very glad to be adventuring together.
And so today, we celebrated. Not in a big way. Not in a flashy way. Perhaps not even in an Instagram worthy way. We flipped through old photos. We told our kids stories of our early days, before they were around. And we sat on our patio together, sipping coffee out of metal mugs, just the two of us (ok, three of us, if you count the sleeping baby) and shared our thoughts. Our musings and memories from the past. Our hopes for the future.
And then we went inside, and cooked dinner together, and sat at the table with our children and thanked God for His good good gifts to us…the ones gathered ‘round our table with us, whom we never even imagined twenty years ago.
When did you know you and your spouse were headed towards marriage? How do you celebrate together?