Ten years ago today I did stop and think about what ten years in the future would hold. I was a dramatic enough teenager that I wasn't under any rosy impressions it would be perfect, but I knew it would be perfect for me. I knew I wanted to go down that road, and although I didn't picture three blond haired little boys, or a crazy motorcycle driving husband. I knew that whatever it was...I desperately wanted it as long as it was with Jim.
And so at the tender age of 19, I got married.
And honestly it's been the best ten years of my life. Granted, I pictured us spending our tenth anniversary on a cruise, or in Europe or something. Instead I'm sitting here with a box of kleenex in my bare living piled high with boxes. Moving unexpectedly with nowhere to go. But I know God will provide somehow, someway. If I'm being contemplative and retrospective, I wouldn't say the last ten years have been easy. They included life and death, a baby in the NICU, heart breaking family problems... But it has been worth it, and it will continue to be worth it.
And so maybe we'll actually get a real honeymoon on our 25th anniversary, or maybe our 50th, but really I feel just so sheepishly privileged to have Jim and still so stinkin happy, it doesn't seem fair.
To all marriages including mine. May they continue to last a lifetime.
