This seems like a big anniversary. Tomorrow Greg and I officially celebrate 15 years of marriage.
I’m grateful for where we are as I keep hearing about marriages not making it. I’m relieved I’ve managed to grow up since the hot day I said, “I do.” I’m certain God gave us this life together for reasons I know without a doubt and those I don’t even know yet.
Fifteen years reminds me we are rooted and committed. We have rhythms and inside jokes. We don’t have to talk about everything because we know how each other think yet we want to talk because we’re in this together.
We have a babysitter tomorrow night so we can go to out to a local Japanese restaurant and then buy a new mattress. We may even go to Lowe’s to pick out tile and countertops for a partial kitchen remodel. Oh, and Greg scheduled a professional to clean out my minivan – and I’m giddy about it!
Perhaps that practicality mixed in the date is what fifteen years is about.
We’ve got to do what we need to do,
and doing it together is my favorite way.
You see, Greg has seen the worst of me but believes in the best of me. He’s helped me become a better version of myself because he’s in tune to what God wants for us. That’s what fifteen years of marriage has done and what the years to come will do.
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