{No More Perfect Moms} More than a decade

I met Greg when I was three months shy of 19 years old. Now, I’m a few months shy of turning 34. When you frame our relationship with those ages, I thank God for getting us through, especially in the beginning.

When we met, I was a college freshman four months out of what I thought was a really serious relationship. And, you know, I guess when you’re 17 years old, the relationship you choose for yourself is serious.

Greg and I broke up a few times, mostly because I would get way too caught up in logistics. And, well, I was barely 20 and trying to figure out life. God always managed to give us grace to move on to the next stage of our relationship, even when we had no idea what we were doing. 

I’ve told our stories here. We met through a mutual acquaintance and went on a date the next week. We dated {and broke up} for 4 1/2 years and then he proposed about eight months after I graduated from college. Almost every college memory includes Greg somehow. We were married about six months after he surprised me with a ring.

That was more than a decade ago.

{Read more posts about us here: Courageous. I am not alone. Top 10 of Us.}

Honestly, I like marriage the farther I get into it. Our marriage is nothing like I thought it would be, but, of course, God had plans better than the ones I scripted for myself. We’ve taken career risks, traveled many miles {literally} together, argued, laughed, made friends, adopted twice, grieved, decided where to send our girl to school, and learned that we really do like hanging out together. He knows when I’m about to emotionally crumble and helps me pick up the pieces. He knows when my blood sugar is high. He’s become a better Words with Friends player because I used to beat him. And he knew I was cranky the other night because I get edgy when I know he’s going to be gone for a few days {which is rare, thankfully!}.

Our days and weeks and months and years are far from perfect. But that imperfection has gotten us here. I’m a slightly more relaxed person because he’s softened my edges. He can find things more quickly because I’ve organized our life. We synchronize our lives with Google Calender, but some days we assume the others knows what we were thinking. Reading minds hasn’t come with our time together, but embracing this imperfect life together does. There’s no way I’d want to do this life without Greg because I do it better with him by  my side. I’m looking forward to the next decade. Or four.

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I’m linking up with Jill Savage’s Hearts at Home Blog Hop. This is another post in an ongoing series about how God’s teaching me to embrace imperfection. I received a free PDF copy of Jill Savage’s “No More Perfect Moms” as part of the book’s launch team, but I truly want to embrace this message. 

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